“This is pure heaven.” Salvo inhales loudly, like a man sniffing his next line of cocaine. Stepping forward, he points his gun at Massimo’s chest. “Now I’m glad that fucker of an ex-con failed. If he’d managed to pop you at the mall, I would have missed this.” Manic scorn saturates his expression and his tone. “Hell! It’s so damn hard to find competent help these days, right? I mean, I led him straight to you with the tracker, but the dimwit couldn’t finish a simple job.” His face contorts again as he clenches his jaw. “I bet your little helper never let you down,” he almost whispers. “Zara! Go wait for me outside. I want to be the only witness to Massimo Spada taking his last breath. It’s an image that’ll keep me warm at night. Along with you.”
“You said you’d let him live!” I cry out, s
