Salvatore
There are four guards in front of the safe house tonight, which is expected, considering how many people are coming.
“Boss.” They nod in unison as I pass them, the one closest to me opening the door.
Nino’s waiting by the window in the first room, nursing a drink, while Aldo and Stefano are sitting at the table in the corner but quickly rise as soon as they see me.
“Did Tomaso talk?” I ask.
“He gave us everything within the hour.” Aldo motions with his hand toward the door on the right. “Do you want to talk to him, Boss?”
“No. How badly did you rough him up?”
“Three fingers missing. Some beating. He was relatively easy to break.”
I nod and scan my surroundings. “Get me one chair in the middle of the room. Do you have pliers and heavy-duty scissors?”
Aldo looks at me with
