#Chapter138
When the doors open on the third floor Mico greets us with a smile. He’s leaning against the doorframe to the office and there are another couple of security guards perched on the desk with the bank of monitors to the right. I am happy to see the two uniformed men sitting behind that are distinctively Carrero and I guess he only trusts blood to watch his club from here on in. I wonder whatever happened to the guard from before, the one who let that arsehole try to take me, and shiver with the obvious answer.
Alexi would have extracted whatever information he needed and then literally cut him loose. Not breathing and weighed down with concrete boots in the bottom of the river probably. I wonder if he ever sorted the Santagato issue out and if I am still in danger by coming back here.