I walked into the underground location with a million dollar suit and the confidence needed to address a room smelling like old money and newer threats.
Seven men sat around the table and every single one of them had blood on their hands in one way or another because that was what was required to enter a room like this.
No one earned a seat here through goodwill and that was basically the same reason why they requested that I send her file over for the fifth time now yet they still looked at it like someone had dropped a loaded weapon in the center of the table.
Renato spoke first. "Is this the same file?"
Dante looked at me and I nodded. "Yes."
"The same one you've sent four times before?"
"Yes."
He looked up slowly. "But she's still here."
I swallowed. "She is contained."
"She
