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“Did he give a reason he didn’t contact anyone?” I ask.

Romelo nods. “Your wife convinced him not to. She was too scared of what the police would mean. Then she told him why she was up the mountain and where she came from. I guess that was enough for him to understand that his life was fucked if he brought her forward,” he says.

I chuckle.

“Smart man,” I say.

“Did Elise tell you everything that happened?” Romelo asks.

I nod. “Yeah. And I think our agent here will be a big help to us in making it all go away.”

Romelo nods, looking at his watch.

“If you need anything from me, just call,” he says, turning to leave.

I raise a brow at his sudden departure. Romelo isn’t one to just disappear.

“Where are you going? Do you have a date or something?” I ask, sarcastically, but Romelo nods, calling to me as he leaves my study.

“As a matter of fact, I do.”

Chapter Forty-Six

Luca

“Wyatt Jameson. Spent two years at a junior college before transferring to Yale, where you caught the eye of some pretty high-ups. That is, until you put your nose where it didn’t belong, pissing them off,” I say, stepping into the cell with Romelo following closely behind.

Wyatt looks up at me, his features shifting into anger.

“Fuck you, Pasquino,” he says.

I smile, holding Romelo back as he takes a threatening step forward.

“So you do know who I am. I knew when Elise told you her full name, you weren’t some random man spending his days in a cabin in the middle of nowhere,” I say.

“What do you want? You here to kill me? After I saved her life?” he asks.

I shake my head.

“Quite the opposite. I’m here to offer you a new one,” I say. He looks at me in confusion, but I can tell that I have his attention.

“I know that you were on the chopping block. And not in the hypothetical way. You got a little too interested in Sokolov’s dealings without realizing your boss was in his back pocket,” I laugh.

Wyatt narrows his gaze, but doesn’t respond.

“I know that if I release you, not only will you and your poor dog be shot down in the street, but if Ivan Sokolov gets his hands on you first, you’ll wish they had,” I say.

“You thought that by catching one of his constituents, you could clear your name and bring glory to your cabinet. Well, I’m here to give you a dose of reality. There is no scenario where someone like you takes out anyone that is a part of my world,” I say.

Silence fills the room.

“So what do you want?” he asks. His tone signifies that he has resigned himself to death. But that would be a waste. And an insult after he saved Elise’s life.

“I want you to work for me,” I say.

He looks at me in confusion.

“Why would I ever—”

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