It wasn’t until I was firing over his shoulder that I realized something.
Lucrezia, Ciro, and Romeo were outside –
So who’d they been shooting at?
Or who’d been shooting at THEM?
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Lucrezia
Outside The Hospital
Istared at the message on my phone.
Attack aborted. Heavy casualties.
I immediately called my Russian contact.
It went straight to voicemail.
“GOD DAMMIT!” I screamed into the phone in English. “What the hell do you MEAN the attack’s aborted? CALL ME!NOW!”
Romeo glanced back at me, then pretended like he hadn’t heard a thing.
After I hung up, I stared ahead in shock.
This couldn’t be right.
Thiscouldn’tbe the way things ended.
Iwas supposed to be the one who destroyed the Rosolinis…
Not my shithead brother.
The coppery smell of Ciro’s blood filled the SUV. The stench – and the collapse of all my plans, more likely – was starting to make me nauseated.
From deep within the hospital, I could hear the muffledpop pop popsof gunfire.
“Well?” I shouted at Romeo. “What does Diciasette say about Rosolini?”
“I’ve called both him and Curtiello three times each. Neither one’s answering.”
OH
SHIT.
My mind raced through the possibilities.
Either they’re in the middle of a gun battle –
Or they’re dead.
There’s maybe a 50/50 chance they killed Rosolini.
But if they DIDN’T –
Then there’s a 100% chance Rosolini’s headed back here.
