Massimo drove like a fiend out of hell.
We roared through traffic as we followed the directions given to us by the helicopter pilot.
“They’re heading east on Viale Eturia,” the voice said into my ear.
“Got it,” Massimo said. He had an earpiece of his own.
He shifted gears and took a hard left down a side street.
“It looks like they’re headed for the countryside.”
“Where the fuck are they going?” Massimo muttered.
Then my phone rang.
Niccolo’s name appeared on the screen.
I answered immediately. “Mezzasalma has teams around the house.”
“We heard, but we think it’s a bluff. There’s nothing on the cameras.”
The old bastard…
He’d lied so we wouldn’t put a bullet in his head.
“But we’re being careful,” Niccolo continued. “We’ve got Bianca’s parents and Alessandra in a safe room. What’s going on there?”
“Mezzasalma’s got Bianca. Massimo’s driving and the helicopter’s telling us where to go.”
“What do you need?”
“The helicopter can fly someone to the hospital, right?”
“Yes,” the pilot said into my earphone.
“Yes,” Niccolo confirmed at the same time.
“Then get ready in case we need it.”
