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“Rizutto is the priority, we can mop up LeBlanc later.”

Both men nod.

“Marco, you better start that way, too. Send out his picture to the boys, but you’re more likely to recognize him than someone who has never met him before.”

“On the way, boss.”

“Sir, if you want, I can set my computer to clone the security feed to your cell. That way you have it on you without needing to go through me. Obviously, I’ll be monitoring, but it might be useful.”

“Good idea, Jack.” I hand over my phone. It takes him about fifteen minutes to download the software and ensure it’s working correctly. Then I hop into my navigator and start towards Washington Heights.

I shoot a message to Alessandro to give him the update and check in on Sarah.

What did Sarah say about the program?

They haven’t gotten here yet. Leo messaged and said traffic was shit.

Okay. Let me know when she gets there.

Will do.

I’ll give him this, traffic is shit. The closer I get, the more it drags. Even for New York, this is unusual.

My phone rings—a conference with Jack and Marco.

“Go,” I say.

“I have a positive ID on Rizutto at the Washington Heights location. Just got off the elevator and went into the penthouse we were watching earlier,” Jack reports.

“On it,” Marco says.

“How close are you?”

“Closer than you, brother, maybe fifteen out. There is a wreck in front of you that I just beat.”

“Fuck,” I mutter. “Don’t wait for me. Go get the bastard.”

“You got it, brother.”

I disconnect and start weaving my way through cars, leaving a trail of middle fingers and blaring horns in my wake.

CHAPTER 35

Sarah

The car alarm is going off. I don’t know why that’s the first thing that registers. My head hurts. I touch my hairline, and my fingers come back bloody. There is smoke all around the car.

“Leo?” I shake his shoulder. He’s in the driver’s seat, not moving. With shaking fingers, I feel for a pulse. He’s alive. “Leo! Leo!” I shout.

He moans and his eyelashes flutter before going still again.

The grill from the truck that struck us is all I can see out the driver’s side windows. I unbuckle and try to find my phone to call 911, but it went flying when we crashed. I don’t see Leo’s either. I’m leaning over the console, patting his pockets, looking for it, when my door opens.

I start to turn around. “Call 911! He needs an ambul?—”

Strong arms yank me out of the car and onto the ground.

“Help! Heelllppp!” I yell, but the alarm is blaring and the smoke from the vehicle engines is making it hard to see.

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