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“She’s been relocated,” Hornet responded.

“Why?”

“She may also be in danger.”

His response made no sense. “Why couldn’t she remain here?”

“Because you know, and she doesn’t.”

“Of course I understand, but I’m worried about her.”

Hornet sat in a chair opposite me. “So am I.”

38

TYPHON

The amount of rage filling my body felt like enough to break through the chains that bound me and kill the man in front of me with my bare hands.

If I could speak, I had no idea what I’d say. I could barely think, and part of me still believed I was either dreaming or hallucinating.

I could feel hatred seeping from every pore when my eyes met his. “You fucking bastard,” I seethed.

“I had no choice.”

“We lost five of your men that day. Rile and I were seconds away from death ourselves. You were dead.”

“I was close.”

“Who saved you, your Russian comrades?”

His lack of response was enough of an answer.

“If I hadn’t gone along with what they wanted, they would’ve killed my wife and daughter.”

“She isn’t your daughter,” I spat at him.

“I raised her and loved her.”

I shook my head. “You didn’t love her or Nina.”

“You’re wrong. Everything I did was to save their lives.”

I leered at him. “Why am I here?”

“We have reason to believe the internal affairs report that was supposed to have been destroyed has been found, along with additional evidence implicating several double agents who were working with the Federal Security Service.”

“For the Russians,” I spat again. “Say it, Jekyll. You were working for the fucking Russians. You make me sick.” Something else occurred to me. “The contracted hits on the two dons. You’re working with the Calabrians and Sicilians, aren’t you?”

“I need to know what evidence SIS has. The extent of it.”

For the second time, his lack of response to my question confirmed my suspicions. This time, I’d press harder. “Are you working with the Italian syndicates?”

The man I’d once idolized sneered at me. “Did you really think your secure app was impenetrable?”

“You hacked into it?”

He shook his head as if I was a child. “You’re catching on, Typhon. Now, tell me what I want to know. What is the extent of the evidence SIS has?”

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