Eight

Latanzio had given up the notion he was going to go free and escape with Angelina.  Amy had made it very clear that her father, Benito, wanted him dead, and because he had nowhere to go, least of all with Angelina, and even less likely with Gabrielle, it might force him into a corner, or unlikely as it appeared, he might make a mistake.

He hadn’t denied the fact he’d tried to kill me or seem concerned that Amy had referred to me as a very dangerous character.  Latanzio didn’t get where he was in the crime business by being scared.  He was going to be all bluster, until he worked out what was really going on, and then he would become dangerous.

But, when given a choice between the two women in his life, the fact he chose Gabrielle over Angelina said a lot.  She had been circumspect from the beginning when Amy took her into ‘protective custody’.  She was smarter than Angelina, she had to be, given what Angelina’s father would do to her if he found out.

It was time for him to be taken to Gabrielle and explain what was happening.  Amy had implied, in her discussion with Gabrielle, that his facilitated escape and subsequent survival was not assured, hinting that her employers were not happy with him over his most recent mistake in killing a witness.

I was back in front of the monitors, this time to see Fabio with Gabrielle. Amy had joined me in the control room and sat in the chair next to me.

“Ready to see some sparks fly,” she asked.

“How so?”

“We sat her down and laid the whole scenario out on the table, Fabio’s marriage, his role in the death of a rival, the planned attack on you, and the fact your people are actively seeking vengeance, and that we can’t hold you for longer than 24 hours before we have to hand him over, a time that expires in about an hour.  She also knows, in no uncertain terms, that Benito wants him dead, and that most likely will include her.”

“So not to put any pressure on him, then?”

“His options are extremely limited, and he knows it.  He can go to jail or Benito will get him.  He can go on the run, but Angelina won’t go with him.  If truth be told, she’ll probably kill him before he gets out of here.  And as for what he’s going to do about Gabrielle, that we’re about to find out.”

We watched him be escorted down the narrow passage.   A door at the end of the passage opened, and he was thrust in.  On a second monitor, in the room, we saw him stagger in and the door closed behind him. 

Gabrielle was not pleased to see him, but, unlike Angelina, she was a little more reserved in her responses, thinking, or knowing, they were at the very least wired for sound.

It seemed to me he was more in tune with Gabrielle than with Angelina. Perhaps Gabrielle came without baggage.

Gabrielle was the first to speak.  “That bitch in charge doesn’t like you, but then neither does your wife’s father.  Not a man to be crossed, Fabio, and yet you were dumb enough to do so.”

“She means nothing to me.  The old man always treated me like I was dirt.”

“And this man you killed?”

“I didn’t kill anyone.”

She frowned at him.  “You don’t lie to me, remember.  I know you have for some time now, but this thing, I need to know.  You kill him or not?”

I looked sideways at Amy.  “You ask her to ask him?”

“I did, but she told me in no uncertain terms what to do with myself.  But it seems it sowed some doubt, she’s curious herself now.”

Fabio sat down on the side of the bed and looked over at the boy lying facing the wall on a camp stretcher.  He’d looked when Fabio entered the room, but then went back to his book.

Fabio shrugged.  “It was an accident.  The fool drew a gun on me and in the wrestle, it went off and he died.  I swear that wasn’t my intention to kill him, just make him see sense.”

There could be a shred of truth in that statement, if they had wrestled for the gun, but they didn’t.  One of Fabio’s goons had disarmed him, then when he stepped away, Fabio shot him.  The goon had been horrified.  It was not what was expected of him.

She shook her head.  “That better be the truth of it, Fabio, or I’ll kill you myself.  What was the deal with the witness?”

“It has to be a fabrication, a ruse to try and convict me, but there was no witness.  I asked the boys to find this character to have a talk, but they discovered he was being held in a secret location, one they could find out about.  Now there’s suddenly all this nonsense they’re using as an excuse to hunt me down.”

“But you wanted to find him.  Why?  For him to tell the police your version of the truth?”

He was like a man bailing out a sinking ship, and not making any progress as it sank lower and lower in the water.  Gabrielle was the alligator in the water, circling, waiting.

“It doesn’t matter now.”

“Actually, it does.  I’m told he survived, and he’s now looking for you.  And that means if he’s coming after you, and I’m with you, he’s also coming after me and my son.  So, here’s the deal. You want to leave here with me, you need to square away the witness, sort out the bitch from hell, and get Benito’s contract off your head.  Think you can do that?”

Tall order, with odds ranging from impossible all the way up to needing a miracle.

“Perhaps we should just take him to Benito’s house and drop him off,” Amy said.

Her attitude towards Fabio had changed from the moment Fabio had sent in a hit team.  Once she might have seen matters from a goodness and light perspective, but now, I don’t think Fabio was her list of best friends.  Not after trying to kill us, and succeeding with other members of her team.

“Or give me five minutes in a locked room with him.  I’m sure I could drum some sense into him,” I said.

She looked sideways at me, then shook her head.  “That’s not how we do things.”

I shrugged.  “It could be.  You’ve broken more rules and laws today that you’ve probably done in a lifetime.  What were you expecting to get out of this?”

I waved my hand at the screens.  What she was doing, it didn’t really make much sense.  Fabio wasn’t going to confess, and with Benito on his case, all he could do was run.  Or try to make peace with him, and give up the mistress.

“A confession.”

“Won’t happen, and I think you know it.”

Her turn to shrug.  “We’ll see.”

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