SPADE
“You found something?” I asked Terzo after poking fun at me.
“Aaron is not his real name.” Linden turned his laptop to us. “He’s Belarusian with a rap sheet a mile long of assault, DUI, to name a few. Barys Norkov, and uses a lot of fake IDs.”
I looked at Terzo, who suddenly went silent. “You want an apology? Fine. I’m sorry. And you were right. I don’t care about money. If I weren’t there, she could be a missing person right now.”
He shrugged and smiled as if he weren’t surprised anymore. I didn’t know what to feel about his reaction. To say the least, it pissed me off.
“Do you know his wife shot him before they got married?” Linden broke the silence in the room.
“Really?” I stared at Linden, surprised. “I thought the mafia had a code. A life for a life?”
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