DIABLO
I watch April disappear inside, and I am just about to leave when something catches my eye on the fire escape above her apartment. “Take the car back,” I tell my driver, my tone low and firm. “I’ll handle this myself.”
He follows my gaze, his expression tightening. “You want backup?”
“I think I can manage one man,” I reply, already stepping out of the car.
Rain is pouring hard, drumming on the metal rungs of the fire escape. A figure dressed entirely in black is climbing slowly upward. His hand grips something dark and heavy. From this distance, it looks like a Beretta. My gut tells me exactly what’s happening.
Someone from the Rossi Cartel must have been told that April was involved in something she shouldn’t be. Maybe Sloan whispered it into the right ear. Maybe Abel. Maybe D
