I shot him in the head.
Another scream from behind the table.
I slowly walked around the table, my gun aimed –
And found a pregnant bitch cowering on the floor, tears running down her cheeks.
The chick in the wheelchair.
“Well, well, well,” I said with a grin. “What do we have here?”
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Lucrezia
Outside The Hospital
Iran as quickly as I could in heels to the front door of the hospital.
Romeo raced to check a couple of the SUVs.
“Every one of them’s locked,” he yelled as he ran towards a third.
It made sense. When you ferried guns and drug money around Naples, you got in the habit of locking your doors.
“Let’s go,” I shouted as I pushed open the glass door.
The lobby was empty except for Mignolino, who stood over on the right. He’d herded all the civilians behind the check-in desks so he could easily keep an eye on them. They huddled on the floor in silent misery.
In his free hand, Mignolino held a cell phone like he’d just made a call.
“What the fuck were those gunshots I heard?” he demanded as we walked in.
I knew Mignolino would be there and that I’d better have a good lie ready.
My right hand clutched my .38 inside my purse, though, in case it wasn’t good enough.
“ACosa Nostrasnuck out and shot Ciro,” I said as I breezed past Mignolino, heading for the stairwell doors. “Romeo killed him.”
Mignolino looked at Romeo for confirmation.
My stomach tightened as I waited for his reply –
“Yup,” Romeo agreed, and I relaxed.
“Oh,” Mignolino said, strangely deflated. Then he barked, “Where are you two going?”
“To see my brother’s triumph,” I said with a tight smile as Romeo and I entered the stairwell.
Behind us, I could hear the screech of tires and the roar of an engine in the parking lot.
Dario Rosolini’s here.
We got inside just in time.
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Giorgio
