VINCENT MOREAU
He made sure to down the contents of his cup before returning his gaze to me.
"My men should know about it. They would know from the moment Wesley Black snaps a finger."
"Wesley Black isn't as stupid and naïve as you think," I corrected, recalling that it had taken far more sophisticated arrangements to figure the boy out. "His plans are elaborate. He has men who have been there since the time of his father and grandfather guiding him. You seem to have doubts."
"Of course I do. Wesley is too sweet a soul to plot against me. He loves me."
"I believe your men can find me for as long as I am in Vieuti. You have spies."
"Why do you ask?" He questioned, a scowl on his face.
"Because in ten minutes, your wife will be kidn*pped from the house she is staying in, the one in w
