I cleaned up the mess I’d made, brought my tool back to the shed, shook off all the dirt I could, then washed off the rest, since I knew these mafia guys took a lot of pride in their appearances and their spaces. I couldn’t be tracking my filth through.
By the time I made it inside the building, Milo was nowhere to be seen.
I followed the hall down toward where I knew Matteo’s office was, figuring that was the most likely place Milo had disappeared to.
When I reached it, though, it was empty.
Empty save for a bulletin board that hadn’t been there the last time I’d visited.
Something was pinned in the center.
From afar, it seemed like some kind of sketch of someone.
This was mafia turf.
And I’d spent enough time around criminals to know that I needed to mind my own damn business. Looking at shit that had nothing to do with you could get you killed. Allies or not.
But something had me stepping forward past the threshold and inching closer to that board.
Maybe it was how weird it was.
Sure, the Grassis were the mob.
But this was a legitimate business.
And while there were mob capos and soldiers around all the time, there were also just normal employees walking up and down these halls.
Anyone could look in and see the paper pinned to the board.
So it couldn’t have been official mafia business.
As I got closer, it became clearer and clearer that it was a digital sketch.
One, I would assume, of the drive-by shooter. Posted up so that everyone in the office would know to look out for him, would reach out to Matteo or the security team immediately if they saw him again.
Smart.
I guess they weren’t having any luck tracking down the guys who were targeting them.
Out in the hallway, a sudden conversation had my head swiveling, ready to retreat toward the door if I heard Milo or Matteo.
But the voice disappeared behind the click of an office door.
When I turned back, my fucking blood ran cold.
“No.”
I took a step closer.
Then another.
The closer I got, the clearer the image became.
I knew the shape of those eyes. I’d blackened them once. That bend in his nose? That was me too.
That scar down by his neck?
Yeah, that was me too.
