" You have to be more specific there, my friend."
Another hit. Damien wheezed, coughing out blood.
" You faked the assassination attempt on Becca's life." Not a question but a statement. " I want to know why."
" You didn't wish my daughter a happy birthday. She just turned six."
Leo recalled how the little girl had looked moments ago, how she paled and shook with fear. Then he remembered himself, just turned thirteen, frozen in horror as he watched a masked man standing over his father's corpse.
" Why did you do it?" Leo asked once more and this time it didn't hold as much malice as the first. But still angry enough to want to spill blood." And why did you blame it on Lazzero?"
