DRACO
“Andros, how much do you trust this guy?”
“He’s in the top ten.”
“Good enough. Thanks for this. If this thing works out, I’ll send you a bottle of that Scotch you like.” We man hugged, and I left to go back home. My gut tells me Mancini is on the up and up. The fact that they’d pieced together so much just from one conversation that took place so long ago between two kids told me that he doesn’t just collect geniuses; he’s one of them.
I don’t care what he’s up to, so long as he saves my son, he’ll be in my top ten too. I let myself relax on the jet and made myself believe that this could be a way out. I’ve been on edge all week thinking that Gabe was about to leave again, but it’s only when I went to board the plane, and the pilot told me about the flight out tomorrow, that I knew it was a definite.
