“They had legit US passports and believable aliases,” Luciano said. “The Bomb Maker is here and they said he’ll kill us all.”
“He struck five years ago, then vanished,” Carrera explained. “Targeted buildings in LA, Chicago, New York, San Francisco,and DC. His base of operation for his terrorist team was in Arlington.”
“Government or civilian buildings?” Luciano asked.
“Both,” Carrera replied. “The larger the building, the better. He likes killing, and he likes wreaking havoc on a city.”
Sin poured more whiskey. “Once his house in Arlington had been located, Z and Luther sent ALPHA in to take them out, but the mission went sideways. The Bomb Maker had wired the house. Every Op—but one—was killed in a massive explosion. He even took out his own men.”
Luciano leaned back on the sofa. “Brutal.”
“What happened to him?” Carrera tossed back a mouthful of liquor.
“Vanished,” Sin answered.
A smile split Luciano’s face. “I’m going to like hunting this one down.”
Sin retrieved his laptop, got busy, then turned the computer around. “This is the only pic ALPHA has of him.”
Luciano and Carrera eyed the blurry photo of a light-skinned man dressed in dark clothes with shoulder-length brown hair and sunglasses.
“Could be anyone,” Luciano said.
“Average height, average build,” Sin said. “No tats, no piercings, nothing to help ID him.”
Carrera pulled the map off the table, studied it. “Idon’tthink this is a job for ALPHA.” He eyed both men. “Weigh in.”
“I agree and disagree,” Sin said. “Luciano takes the lead, but he can’t work this alone.”
“I’ll work it with my team,” Luciano said before folding up the map and tucking it back into his breast pocket.
“You need an investigator,” Carrera said. “Someone trained and experienced in tracking.”
Luciano’s phone rang with a call from his cousin Willie Boy. He silenced it, then checked the time. It was after six.
“Devo andare. I have to go.” Luciano stood. “No one from ALPHA knows about ourbusinessarrangement. Once your team finds him, mine will go in and finish the job.”
Sin shook Luciano’s hand. “I’ll talk to you,” Sin said.
“I’ll see you later,” Carrera said.
Luciano didn’t know what he was talking about. “Later?”
“You said you’d come for dinner,” Carrera replied. “G-ma’s probably been in the kitchen all afternoon.”
“Sounds like Elsa has a favorite,” Sin said.
“Definitely,” Carrera replied.
Luciano smiled. He adored his grandmother. “I’ll be there.” He tossed Sin a nod. “Ciao.”
On the elevator ride down, Luciano read the text from his cousin, Willie Boy.
Dante’s here. Where are you ????
He can fucking wait.
Luciano slid his phone into his pocket, exited the building, and strode toward the sedan, parked out back. Luciano ducked inside.
