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He didn’t know what made them believe Giorgio would only use his powers for good when Giorgio was the one who also decided what “good” meant. In the case of Nicholas Spettro, aka “The Ghost,” it was easy to play judge, jury, and executioner. However, the details got a little blurry in the case of anyone who Giorgio felt was a threat to Mo or Aleksi.
“How’d you find this place?” he asked.
“Accident.” Giorgio looked around. “Put in corner.”
Julien tossed Spettro in the corner and removed the rope. Spettro pressed his back against the wall, shaking, and he couldn’t believe this coward was supposed to be his equivalent. For their last team, Central had scraped the barrel. He couldn’t imagine working with people like this, but neither Spettro nor Lavigne would have lasted long.
Giorgio took a step back.
Julien pulled out his pistol, but Giorgio stopped him and retrieved an axe from a dark corner. He went to take the axe, and it took four tries for Giorgio to release it from his grip.
“Why’d you keep video of my daughter?” he asked.
Spettro shook his head. “It’s not what you think.”
Julien spun the axe.
Giorgio’s fingers clenched and released.
“Why do you have video of my daughter on your hard drive?” Julien repeated. “And why is that not all I found? Is that why you’re so loyal to Lavigne? He knows your secret?”
“I will face any jail time,” Spettro sputtered, his face and hair saturated with sweat. “I swear, I will.”
Giorgio angled his head. “Jail.”
“Look around, you piece of shit,” Julien hissed. “What fucking jail? You think we’re about to bring in twelve chairs and a judge for someone to decide your fate? Over my kid?”
Something scratched above them.
Julien looked up at the ceiling. “What’s up there?”
“Krysy,” Giorgio said.
“One more time in a language I understand?”
“Ratas.”
Now, it made sense.
Somewhat.
He still didn’t know how Giorgio had found the location or how he knew it was a place that had a rat infestation, but he at least understood why Giorgio brought them there. He was more than familiar with what rats could do to a human body.
“Pozza.” Julien extended the axe. “Care to do the honors?”
Giorgio looked from him to Spettro, then back to the axe. “Little Thandie—”
“Is your niece.”
And Giorgio looked like he would have an aneurysm if he wasn’t the one to swing the hatchet. Plus, they had more people to find. There would be more opportunities.
Julien’s phone went off.
Giorgio took the axe and swung it as he stepped forward.
“Hey, babe,” Julien answered.
“I got that contact information,” Ari said. “It’s only six in the group. We’re lucky they kept it several levels below clandestine. Did you tell Giorgio yet?”
