*Giovani*
I knew telling Olivia I believed Salvatore was going to bite me in the ass someday. I just didn’t expect it to be so soon.
I’d gotten up from that talk with her and walked right into my office. I locked the door, flipped the switch I’d had installed to prevent listening devices from overhearing my calls, and dialed Gabriele.
“Boss,” he answered.
“Anything?” I demanded.
“Don’t you think I’d have called you if I had something? Sal’s a ghost. If there’s one thing I can tell you for sure about the man, it’s that there’s a good reason he survived twenty years on the run. The Costas imploding was a stroke of luck, but he was gone well before that.”
“Start calling in favors,” I spat. “I need him out of my life as soon as possible.”
I hung up, poured myself a glass of brandy, and dialed Alessandro.
“What’s up?” he asked.
I scrubbed a hand over my face. “Tell me you’ve got something.”
