“I’m not leaving my wife.”
“Alright… but at least let me send Adriano and Massimo back to the hospital.”
“NO.”
“Dario, your life is more important – ”
“If they don’t stop the shooting, my lifeandyours won’t be worth a damn when the politicians come to crucify us.”
Niccolo sighed.“Alright… Lars, make sure the foot soldiers can cut off anyone trying to reach whatever floor you’re on.”
“Already done,” Lars said.
“Good. Call me if anything changes.”
“Likewise,” I said, and Niccolo hung up.
I looked at Lars. “What do you think?”
“That this is starting to feel an awful lot like Afghanistan,” he muttered.
“I’m assuming that’s not good.”
“No. No, it’s not good at all.”
111
Cesare
Outside The Hospital
Ilistened to Cicciobello over speakerphone, hardly able to contain my glee as I heard thebratta-tatta-tatof automatic gunfire in the distance.
“Well?” I demanded.
“We’re doing exactly what you said, boss: shoot anything that moves.”
“What about the cops? Have you seen any cops?”
“Yeah, we’ve put down at least a dozen of ‘em.”
I burst out laughing. “Fuckyeah!”
“And you sent a car to lie in wait for Rosolini, correct?” Lucrezia snapped at the phone.
Goddamn cunt –
You just ALWAYS have to have your fucking way, DON’T YOU, Lucrezia?
I wanted to bitchslap herso hard –put her back in her fucking place –
But Cicciobello distracted me.
“Yeah, I sent Diciasette and Curtiello,”he said.
GOD DAMN IT!
Those were two of our best guys!
