CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The street was completely silent.
The man from my father's kitchen table stood across the road with four of Vittorio's men behind him and that waiting smile on his face…the smile of someone who had been expecting this moment for a very long time and had arrived fully prepared for it.
Daniel's guards moved without a single word exchanged. Just…shifted. A wall formed around me and the laptop with the practiced efficiency of people who had done this exact thing in exactly this kind of street in exactly this kind of silence before.
Daniel didn't move.
He just looked at the man across the road.
"Who sent you?" Not a question. Never a question with Daniel. Just a statement with an expected answer.
The man's smile didn't waver.
"You already know," he said.
"I want to hear
