“I delivered merchandise he brought into Bologna… please, stop!”
“Eight. Who were you working for?”
“I was just outsourced labor! I swear…”
“Seven. You know that no criminal organization recruits randomly. For the sake of your pinky finger, tell me. Why you?”
“It was random, I swear on the blood in my veins, ahhh…”
“Six. Oops. Out of fingers on the left hand. Choose: the Turk or your unconscious friend?”
“Fratello, don’t say anything!” The man who had been unconscious finally speaks, weakly but firmly enough to reveal the bond between them.
“Thank you for making the choice,” I tell the unnamed man. “Now tell me: in whose name are you sabotaging this shipment and putting my family, my business, and tutto questo è cosa nostra at risk?!”
“He never gave names, he only paid in cash and…
