“What proof did you have that the girl was with us?”
He doesn’t answer, still frozen. I slap him hard across the face, forcing his attention back to me.
“Photos. They showed me. I saw them! I saw them!”
“How does stealing a drug shipment free your girl?”
“A new Capo. He intends to take command and promise freedom. But for that, you and your family need to be removed.”
He sobs uncontrollably, seeming to ignore the pain in his nerves and limbs, because his guilt is infinitely greater, powerful enough to make him look at me and practically beg me to kill him.
“Now it almost makes sense. One does not beg the executioner, right?”
I nod toward the camera, and a soldier presses the gun against the head of the miserable man’s father.
“Who is the man who found you?”
Martino only cries and
