A Debt In Blood

f iron clun

iately locking onto the body sprawled on the cold concrete floor. Blood po

s too

asquez, to collect information the man owed him, but someone had gotten here f

enzo's attention to the shadows. Gabriel Moretti stepped forwa

ipping his hands into the pockets of his exp

ugh him. Vasquez had been useful, a man with connections, so

ed him to hear i

in in check. "Sloppy," he said, tilting his head t

touch." His eyes gleamed with amusement. "

He wouldn't give Mor

ave you to it. Unless, of course, you plan on stopping me

t a war, not here, not now. Instead, he watched in silence as More

ut, leaving only the sound of

his wasn't just business. Moretti had taken somet

nce caught his eye. Marco stepped

k away from the bo

ready pulling out his phon

er the corpse with

quez had a

earn what it meant to

ad always belie

efully constructed life she had built. But in the

ther w

der

one so tightly her knuckles turned white. The voi

the docks, Miss Vasq

ted before she cou

mind racing. Who was 'we'? What did they want? An

o call the cops, to do something. But she was

father wasn't the typ

her, it meant she was already

answers, she had n

alking straight in