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“My question stands,” Farrell said.
Nico understood his concern. Why would a trust fund baby like Damian Cavallo choose a life of crime? And not as the kind of vicious, drug-lord that weak men used as a vehicle to power.
The kind of ruthless, under-the-radar crime that was absent any kind of narcissism.
Nico went to the next slide. There was no more data on this one, just four pictures of Cavallo in various settings, his face bruised and discolored even though the pictures had clearly been taken at different times.
Nico leaned back in his chair.
“Once it became apparent Cavallo was our best bet for New York, I did a lot of digging on him,” Nico said. “It wasn’t easy. He likes to stay behind the scenes, let’s his number one, Colton Grant, act as the face of his operation.”
“Then why don’t we hire Colton Grant?” Christophe asked.
“Because Grant is Cavallo’s man. He owes Cavallo a debt after Cavallo paid for his mother’s experimental cancer treatment. It saved her life. Grant isn’t in it for the attention either. He’s in it out of loyalty to Cavallo, and he acts on Cavallo’s orders.”
It was something they all understood. Loyalty and honor were everything in their business. Otherwise you were just a common criminal.
And the only loyalty greater than blood was loyalty to the family you’d chosen.
“So what makes him tick?” asked Luca. “Why does he do it?”
“Why do any of us do it?” Farrell asked.
Nico turned to him. “Why don’t you ask him?”
Farrell shook his head. “What makes you think I’m the man to bring him in?”
“He’s a fighter,” Nico said. “And a loner.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere,” Farrell said sarcastically. “Are you saying he reminds you of me?”
“Perhaps,” Nico said.
“I’m still not clear why you think he’s the man for the job,” Christophe said.
Nico sat back in the plush leather chair. “He doesn’t do what he does for the money. He doesn’t do it for the glory. That means he’s acting on some kind of principle. He works with a select few that are carefully vetted for similar ideals, with Cole Grant at the front of the pack. He’s capable of taking care of himself in an altercation, doesn’t hide behind his muscle. That speaks both to capability and integrity. And most importantly, he’s smart. Probably smarter than all of us put together.”
Farrell snorted. “Speak for yourself, mate.”
Nico felt a smile tug at the corners of his mouth. “If my calculations are even in the vicinity of correct, he’s bringing in close to what I was doing before Raneiro came after me — and he’s doing it alone in a territory overrun with stray dogs looking to cash in on our absence. He’s got the mind of a high-powered computer, an almost entirely absent ego, and best of all, he doesn’t have a single attachment.”
Farrell raised an eyebrow. “No woman?”
Nico shook his head. “No woman. No family. No friends outside of the men who make up his crew. And he has no business interests in areas that are off-limits for us.”
“Maybe he’s an asshole,” Farrell said.
“Maybe.”
“And you’re certain he’s our best option?” Christophe asked.
Nico flicked a hand at the tablets in front of them. “There are other dossiers in the folder if you’d like to take a look. I think you’ll come to the same conclusion.”
“How do we test him?” Luca said.
