“Which is?”
“Precisely three hours’ drive from here. A private airfield in Lucerne.”
“So, you believe he placed the gardener undercover, and he is delivering Alice to him. Now.”
“It makes sense.”
He holds up his phone and I stare at the image of a young man, good-looking, with huge muscles and a soft smile.
“Who is he?”
“Your gardener.”
I take another look and hiss, “Otherwise known as–”
“Ludo Dettori.”
“Liam’s son?”
Jack shakes his head. “Liam is his uncle. It appears that he wants in on the family business and has flown under the radar until now.”
“Where did you get this? Who’s the source?”
We’ve had men inside the Dettori mafia for years, so I’m certain it’s come from one of them.
“Sydney Dettori.”
I say nothing and merely throw him a dark glare because what the actual fuck is happening right now.
“Is this a trap?”
Jack shrugs. “It could be, but word is Sydney is pissed. She hasn’t survived this long in the Dettori family without fighting a few wars, and it appears that now she’s fighting another one.”
My mind races. “Are you saying that Liam is about to take the prize for himself, and she is now surplus to his requirements?”
I’m not surprised because Liam is an evil motherfucker who uses women for personal gain. Hell, we all do, but none as cruelly as Liam Dettori.
“It appears that way. I’m guessing she wants you to take her husband out before he does the same to her.”
“I’ll ask you again. Is this a trap?”
I wouldn’t put it past Sydney to lay one for her own agenda, and Jack shrugs.
“There’s only one way to find out.”
“How far?”
“A couple of hours.”
“You had better be right.”
Lucerne is a detour and takes us away from Zurich, where we’re heading, and if this is a trap, it gives our enemies the edge over us. My mind is racing as I contemplate every possibility, and as I lean back in my seat, I ponder the problem.
As soon as Jack finishes advising the driver, I issue a further order. “Divert Harry and Tommy to Zurich with backup. Stake out the Goldsworthy building, and I want to know every woman who passes through those doors.”
“Understood.”
Jack places another call, leaving me to contemplate our problem.
