“Thank you,” I say, sitting down on the rickety chair waiting for me.
“You disappeared there for a bit,” Juliusz continues. “Six weeks is a long time. We thought you weredead.”
“I was with Lucio Mazzeo,” I reply, resisting the urge to ring my hands together.
Confidence. That is the only way to convince these men of my loyalty.
I have to be confident.
I have to commit to this role.
“After the attack on the compound, he was rattled,” I tell them, the words flowing out of me smoothly.I make sure to meet every single one of them in the eye. “He wanted to re-group. Mostly, he wanted toget his daughter away from the compound for a few weeks. I didn’t know about the trip until I wasasked to pack a bag and meet him downstairs.”
“Where did you go?” Nowak asks.
“A Mazzeo safehouse in Los Ang
