DIABLO
Abel tells me he will handle the attackers.
Eyes stay fixed on the front door, the place where April just walked out, legs refusing to move.
A hand settles on my shoulder.
"For the best," Abel says. "She stays safe as long as she is not here. Leave her behind and start fresh. Find a nice Italian woman who knows nothing about you. Lie to her. Say you were a baker's apprentice or something harmless. A new life, Diablo. How many people ever get that?"
Turning to face him feels slow and heavy.
"No new life matters without her."
Abel sighs. "Too late for that. You heard her rant. She wants nothing to do with you. Take my car and follow the GPS. It will lead you where you need to be. Get some sleep. Tomorrow morning my man knocks on the door and takes you to a private plane. Twenty
