Page 31 of The Sicilian Brotherhood I

“I don’t know who it was.”

“How many people knew about that safehouse.”

“Me, Skye, and you.”

“And her daughter?”

“You think a ten-year-old ratted us out?” I scoffed.

“No,” he replied, “I’m just covering all my bases.”

“Well I didn’t talk, you were watching me.”

“What about Skye? Can you really trust her?”

I narrowed my eyes.

“Skye is my best friend. I brought you there and she didn’t protest when she had every reason to kick us to the curb. I don’t want her loyalty getting called into question.”

“She has a daughter. No boyfriend?”

“No!”

“No one else that could have found out?”

“Maybe they just tracked you. Haven’t exactly been subtle, have you?”

We fell silent again. We didn’t have to speak again about Raimondo. I tried to ascertain how he felt about it if he’d had any feelings whatsoever about what he’d done. Or maybe he’d been too hardened by his life and how it had all turned out to even flinch when killing somebody. You could get addicted to it, I’ve heard. When you grow accustomed to it, you can cultivate a bloodlust that surpasses all your other human desires.

Was Giacomo like that, lusting after death, or had he only stumbled into it?

“What are you thinking?”

“About the diamond,” I replied, not quite telling the truth.

“You’ve seen it?”

I smiled. Oh yes, I’d seen it.

“I came here with Franco.”

“To hide it.”

I nodded.

“He must have been certain that you wouldn’t betray him.”

I scowled, “I didn’t betray him. He betrayed me.”

“Is that what you tell yourself?”

“It’s the truth,” I replied.

“Suit yourself then.”

“We’ll go tomorrow?”

“Yes,” he replied, “We’ll go tomorrow.”

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