“Santori isn’t going to let him walk free if he knows we’re coming for him,” said U-Jin.
“I think that’s what we’re hoping for. With any luck, he’ll be reaching out to the team to deliver evidence of what we’ve found.”
“Clear!” yelled Nine.
“Clear on two!” yelled Ghost.
“Dead on one,” said Gaspar staring at the body of Julio. He kneeled beside the body taking a photo of his face and prints from his dead hand. Immediately Spook replied.
“Julio Santori, the alleged dead brother of Felix,” he said. “This is Nic’s father. Should I tell him?”
“No,” said Gaspar. “It doesn’t matter now. For whatever reason he sold his son out and didn’t want to know him. He’s dead now. It won’t help Nic.”
They were all shocked when the desk phone began to ring. Ghost and Nine stood in the door of the office, stepping over the dead body. They nodded at Gaspar.
“Hello.”
“Ah, I knew you’d show up sooner or later,” said Santori. “You never disappoint.”
“Well, I’m disappointed that you’re not here so I can kill your fucking ass,” said Gaspar. “You dared to touch my daughter and the daughter-in-law of a very dear friend.”
“You must forgive me. I had no idea,” said Santori.
“I don’t forgive shit, you should know that.”
“Yes. I’m well aware. I’m sorry you had to find the mess of my brother’s body. He was becoming annoying.”
“I have a lot of brothers. No one has ever annoyed me to the point that I wanted to kill them.” He turned to see all of his brothers standing in the room, all giving him he middle finger. Truth was he did want to beat them to death on multiple occasions but his mother’s voice in his head kept him from doing so.
“No matter,” said Santori. “I want to make a deal.”
“We don’t make deals,” said Gaspar.
“This one will give you your beloved president’s head on a platter.” Gaspar stared at the other men.
“Go on.”
“I have dozens, perhaps hundreds of documents and e-mail communications of the president speaking to members of committees, mercenary groups, even country leaders regarding the rights to the oil vein. There may be a mention in there as well of the poor woman who was run over by a car.”
“And what is it you want in return for this information?” he asked.
“Why my freedom, of course,” he laughed. “I will personally deliver it to you on the word that you will not touch me. None of you.”
Gaspar stared at the room, looking at each and every face. He smiled as the others stared at what he was looking at and nodded.
“Alright. Where do we meet?”
CHAPTER THIRTY
“Nic, you’re safe now,” said Ham. The man stared at them, unsure of what to believe. “I promise. You’re safe now.”
“How can you be sure. Is Felix dead?”
“No. Not yet but he will be.”
“I don’t understand. He won’t give up. Someone has been following me my entire life. I just know it.”
Ham stared at the others knowing the answer. Although Gaspar didn’t think it was a big deal, they’d been dealing with Nic and his paranoia since they brought him to the compound.
