My hands hang at my sides, fingers twitching. I'm ready to draw my weapon at a second's notice, and I hope I don't have to.
I really don't enjoy punishing my own men like this.
I'd much rather they just follow orders and stay faithful.
He shifts his weight from one foot to the other.
"I didn't do anything wrong."
"Then why does your name keep coming up in conversations about Antonelli?"
"Because he's been asking questions about you. He's been offering money to anyone who can give him information. I didn't take his money. I swear." Vittore is antsy, eyes flicking around nervously.
Maybe he hasn't spoken directly to Gerard, but he knows something.
Even if all he knows is who has been talking to the man.
"But you talked to his men?"
"They approached me. I couldn't just ignore them. They had guns." He draws a hand over his forehead and smears the sweat and dirt. "Honest, Boss."
I step closer. "What did you tell them?"
"Nothing useful… I told them I didn't know anything about your operations. But they didn't believe me. They kept pushing."
His breathing is faster now and he wipes his palms on his filthy jeans.
I can't believe what I’m seeing.
His meltdown is so dramatic right in front of me that it's obvious he's been selling me out.
And he's lying to my face about it.
No one gets this nervous to tell the truth.
"And?"
"And they planted evidence…" His eyes flick around and land on my face.
I feel my jaw tighten. "What kind of evidence?"
"Forged shipping documents. Financial records that show payments between you and suppliers that never happened."
I know all of this already and Vittore is holding out on me.
He doesn’t realize he's signing his own death certificate.
"Who else is involved?"
"I don't know," he hisses. "They only told me what I needed to know. But I heard them mention the Turkish supplier. I think they're trying to cause division."
Again, all things I know, and he's not being helpful, but I get the feeling he's still holding out on me.
The problem is if he's not giving it up willingly, he never will.
I've trained my men to endure the worst tortures.
He won’t break even for the CIA.
