"Down!" Voss barked, shoving Tony behind a pillar.
Tony screamed anyway. Before Voss could get a clean angle, men emerged from the shadows. Five of them.
Black clothes. Guns steady. Luca’s men. Voss knew it without needing introductions. One of them moved to the injured agent quickly.
"Don’t!" Voss shouted.
The man ignored him and struck the agent hard enough to knock him out cold. That small mercy did nothing to calm the rage burning through him.
He scanned their faces. None of them was Luca. "I’m not going to let you take him," Voss said, stepping in front of Tony. Voss raised his gun, eyes moving from one man to the next. He counted distances. Weapons. Angles. If he fired first, he might drop one. Maybe two. But Tony would be exposed. The agent was down. Backup was unreachable.
Still, he held his ground.
"You move a step," Voss warned, voice hard, "I drop someone to the ground. Who is it gonna be?"
A beat of silence followed. Then a voice came from behind him.
"How about me?"
Voss’s blood chilled. He spun around. Tony was already in front of Luca, rigid with terror, Luca’s gun was aimed at his temple.
"Hello, Detective..." Luca smiled.
Voss wanted to put a bullet through his head.
"You can leave now," Luca said. "This doesn’t concern you."
"The hell it doesn’t." Voss kept his weapon trained on Luca, though the angle was useless with Tony in front of him. "What? What’s your plan? Kill him? Kill me?"
Tony made a strangled noise.
"Why would I kill you? Detective, no one will believe you if you tell them I was here. You have been trying to pin something on me for years. It’s your word against mine."
Everything clicked.
Son of a bitch.
He saw it now. The artistry of it. Veronica had dragged him out of the precinct, isolated him, fed him just enough truth to activate every instinct he had. "You son of a bitch...You tricked me."
Voss took one angry step forward, and immediately all five guns shifted toward him.
"I told you to give me his location without involving you," Luca said. "You refused."
"I am an officer of the law."
"Yes," Luca said. "And very committed to making things difficult."
"My job is to keep him alive."
"And my job is to keep my family alive." Luca ignored Voss after that, his attention lowering to the man trapped against him.
Sweat clung to his hairline. His eyes were swollen with fear, darting everywhere.
"Hey, weasel," Luca said. "Long time no see."
"Luca..." Tony’s voice cracked. "Please... please..."
"You have ten seconds to tell me all I need to know," Luca said.
Tony shook so hard Luca could feel it.
"Or I am going to pull the trigger," Luca continued, the gun still pressed against him, "and the detective here is going to watch."
"Luca," Voss said sharply, "you really think killing him will make it all better? Damn it, listen to me." he took one careful step. "I have been trying to get him to talk. He won’t budge. He is afraid of someone even worse than you are."


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