The Terror“Ungag her,” Cesare said. As the men did so, he said to me, “You want your bullets?”
I didn’t know what he meant, so I said nothing.
In a lazy, relaxed motion which reminded me of the night Tony shot his own man, Cesare took his revolver from its holster, loading bullets from his pocket into it one by one. Then he c****d the hammer of his revolver and pointed it at Katie’s head.
Terror struck. “No!” I lunged forward, only to be held by the men around me.
Cesare said, “I will ask once: did your brother send you?”
Katie scoffed. “If only he would do anything so competent.”
Cesare raised his eyebrows, drawing back a bit, his gun hand dropping to his side.
“Katie,” I said, heart pounding, “then why are you here?”
“I only just now learned of the boy,” she said, “and that throu
