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Taking his phone from his pocket, he dials a number, and a moment later, he says, “Go to the mansion and remove the four cameras I planted. The one in the kitchen is by the vent. There’s another beneath the railing at the top of the stairs, one by the TV stand in the living room, and you’ll find the last one by the dressing table in the second bedroom on the left.”
When he ends the call, he looks at me with worry in his eyes.
Funnily enough, he doesn’t ask me how I’m holding up, but then again, it’s because he knows exactly how I feel.
It was probably worse for Renzo. A child expects their parents to die first, but Giulio was only twenty.
‘I want you to see what I saw when I found my brother.’
I remember what he said yesterday before he killed Enrique, and it brings fresh tears to my eyes.
I wet my lips with my tongue before I say, “Yesterday you said you found Giulio, and you mentioned before it was in an empty lot.”
He nods as he sits down on one of the other couches. Resting his forearms on his thighs, he glances at the floor-to-ceiling windows.
“I got the call early that morning, probably around the same time you were in surgery,” he replies. He keeps his eyes trained on the window and continues, “He was in a mobile surgical unit. Bianca had already stitched him up, but his organs were in containers, ready to be transported.”
God. It was a million times worse for him. No wonder he lost his mind.
“The evening before he was killed, he was smiling and giving me shit before leaving to go to a nightclub, and the next time I saw him…”
He doesn’t have to finish the sentence. I get the picture.
Getting up, I walk to where he’s sitting and take a seat next to him. I lift his arm around my shoulders before I wrap both of mine around his waist and give him a hug.
He leans back against the couch and holds me tighter.
The elevator doors open, and Renzo keeps an arm around me as he glances over his shoulder.
“Hey,” I hear a familiar voice, then Dario walks into my line of vision.
When I try to pull away, Renzo tightens his hold on me.
Dario’s eyes are filled with compassion as he looks at me. “I’m sorry about what happened.” He shakes his head, then asks, “How are you holding up?”
I don’t know how to answer his question because I have no idea how I’m doing. The pain comes in crushing waves.
“She’ll be okay,” Renzo answers on my behalf. “Things are a little tough right now.”
“It’s understandable.”
“Did you find anything in Spain?” Renzo asks.
Dario shakes his head. “Montes stayed a step ahead of me. What happened with the two men you caught.”
“The one was just a soldier, but the other was Valverde. He said Montes uses an alias to move between Spain, Peru, and Alaska. Gilberto Varela. He should be in Peru right now if what Valverde said was the truth.”
“I’ll check it out. Are they dead?”
Renzo just nods, then says, “Don’t go after the fucker alone again. Something could’ve gone wrong.”
“I wanted to travel light,” Dario chuckles.
“Next time, I’ll go with you,” Renzo mutters. “Apparently, Montes only stays put for two weeks before he moves again. Keep that in mind.”
“I’ll watch all three countries just in case he switches things up.”
“Thanks, brother.”
