Michael and Tony are already calling whichever of our men are available. We head over to where Vincent is hiding, and when we arrive, it’s fairly easy to capture him. He practically surrnders. He always was a smart man. He made some stupid decisions, but he knows when to quit. Some of the men with him put up a fight but are quickly dispatched. It doesn’t take long before we’ve subdued them all. Vincent is moved to our base of operations.
Something inside me simmers and rises. It’s almost over.
Salvador’s already inside the torture room, which houses a circular table and numerous torture devices. His eyes are hard as I move toward him, offering a short nod. He’s an old man in his fifties, graying dark hair and green eyes so much like his daughter’s. With the events of the past three days,
