“Good,” I said as I peered out the window at the apartment building.
One of Luciano Amato’s men was standing on the stairs by the front door.
Carmela had told us a second bodyguard was inside the building, right outside the mistress’s place.
The guyinsidewould be tricky.
The one outside was gonna be a piece of cake.
“Tell Toro to take care of the asshole out front,” I said to Romeo. “Tell him to make sure Carmela walks out in front of him so the guard watches her ass, just like we practiced.”
We’d run through the scene a dozen times over the last two weeks. Carmela, Toro, and all the guys in the apartment knew exactly what to do.
Romeo called Toro and gave him my instructions. Then he said, “Stay on the phone so we can tell you when there aren’t any witnesses.”
We sat in silence and waited.
Two minutes later Romeo told me, “Okay, they’re in the lobby.”
“Hold on,” I said.
An old man and his dog passed by our cars and continued down the street.
Once he disappeared around the corner, I said, “Go.”
“Go,” Romeo repeated into the phone.
Ten seconds later, the front door of the apartment building opened.
The bodyguard immediately looked around. He reached inside his jacket for his gun –
But it was just a young couple going out to party.
At least, that’s whathethought.
Toro was holding his phone in his left hand. His right hand was covered by a jacket draped over his arm.
Carmela walked out a few feet ahead of Toro, yammering about something. She was wearing tight leather pants – and the girl had a fantastic ass.
The bodyguard ogled her as she walked down the steps.
Toro stepped up behind him and pointed his jacket-draped arm at the back of the guy’s head.
There was a bright yellow muzzle flash as the gun fired through the jacket.
Pop!
I’d bought a bunch of silencers especially for tonight. They were hard to get on the black market – 5000 euros apiece.
But they were worth it.
With the silencer, the sound wasn’t a quietthwiplike you hear in the movies. It sounded more like somebody dropping a big-ass book on the floor, but it wasn’tthatloud. Definitely didn’t sound like a gunshot.
And there was nobody on the street to hear it.
The bodyguard’s forehead exploded. A cloud of blood blew into the air, lit bright red by the lights on either side of the front door.
His legs folded underneath him as he dropped to the ground like a sack of cement.
