Chapter 12 The Test Of Loyalty
- Cold night air bit at Santino's skin as he stood frozen in place. Salvatore's words still rang in his ears.
- "Kill the courier. Now."
- The man was already fading into the Paris streets, a shadow swallowed by darkness. Santino's right hand rested on his gun. His fingers didn't move to draw it. The documents crinkled in his other hand.