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“Look at the bald guy.”
Dario leans against the window. “That’s Sunderland, isn’t it? Jacob Sunderland?”
“He’s had a haircut.”
Sunderland is one of our police contacts. I toss my gun into the car, then walk over to the police tape, waiting with my hands behind my back. People clear the way for me, stepping aside until I’m at the front of the crowd.
Fyodor is the last to be handcuffed, a grim expression on his face. He turns and spots me, looking like a defeated little kid. I smirk and mime a finger pistol, firing it at him. I even toss the bastard a wink. Good riddance.
Finally, Sunderland sees me standing here. He wanders over, glancing over his shoulder. He probably doesn’t want to be seen with me when the Feds are around, but we’ve been allies too long for him to ignore me. We wander off to the side, away from the crowd.
“What’s this?” I ask.
“Why are you here, Leo?” He narrows his eyes. “Did you get word of the shipment too?”
I nod.
“How?”
I grin.
“Fair enough,” he says. “FBI have been tapping Fyodor’s phones. The Bratva were making too much of a splash. This war hasn’t been good for anybody. I only found out about it a week ago. Can you believe that? Feds, man.”
“What have they got Fyodor for?”
He needs to stay gone for a long, long time. He needs to forget that this city exists, or it’s blood.
“Oh, he’s got quite the list of achievements, Leo. Trafficking kids. Sexual assault. Several murders. Then there’s the RICO charge, criminal conspiracy. He’s going to get several life sentences.”
That’s still not enough for the man who burned this city for two years.
“He won’t serve a year, Sunderland.”
“I didn’t hear that.”
“Fair enough.”
I return to the car.
“Never fuck with the Feds,” Dario says, chuckling. “Shame. I was almost looking forward to a fight.”
“One second, you’re telling me not to kill. The nex—”
“You, Leo.You. We’re not the same person.”
“Fyodor is going to get several life sentences.”
“The man who ordered innocent women and children to be murdered? The man who, ultimately, is responsible for half of the bad things that have happened in this city for two years?”
“Yeah, him.”
Dario laughs, and I laugh with him.
We both know how this has to end.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-TWO
Emma
