The Farm
While Romeo kept watch on the telescope, I paced back and forth like a pissed-off tiger.
Lucrezia knew enough to stay out of my fucking way.
All this goddamn waiting was driving me insane. I was already on edge, like I was strung out on drugs –
When Romeo said, “Something’s happening.”
I whirled around to look at him.“What?”
“There’s… five, six…sevencars leaving the property.”
“WHAT?!” I screamed.
Lucrezia looked like she was about to shit her pants.
I sprinted over to the telescope.
After last time, Romeo knew to get out of my wayrealquick.
I looked into the eyepiece. Sure enough, the big iron gate was open, and a blue Bugatti and a bunch of black Mercedes were driving through.
And they were haulingass.
“It’s nothing,” Lucrezia said. I could hear the desperation in her voice.
She was wrong.
I had this sixth sense. Always had. I was like a fucking shark when there’s blood in the water – I could smell desperation miles away.
The people down there?
They were desperate.
Something had happened.
Whatever it was, I knew –knew,in my bones – that Dario Rosolini was in one of those cars.
And now he was slipping through my fingers.
FUCK
THAT.
“LET’S GO!” I shouted as I started for the Cadillacs.
All of my guys perked up.
They’d been standing around for hours, bored off their asses.
Now – finally – it was starting. They knew somethinghugewas about to go down.
Lucrezia stared at me. Even through the sunglasses, I could feel her one good eye boring a hole through me.
“What the fuck are you TALKING about?!” she shrieked.
“Dario’s getting away,” I yelled as I headed for the lead car.
