GABRIEL The next morning bright and early, Sal was at my door. I'd been up for some time after hearing someone who I suspect was Ricci outside my door. I'd locked it the night before to avoid a solo meeting with him. I hadn't missed the fact that he kept staring at me the night before or that the only reason he'd kept away was because of the uproar my presence had started in the room of people at the party. I'm sure he has questions, and now he knows that I know how I came to be; I wonder if he's going to try the same spiel he'd given his father on me. Plus, me meeting this guy alone is not good for anyone or anything at this point. My fight or flight has been on high alert ever since we drove through the gates, and I've never been one to fly. I'd gone to bed and slept peacefully after making sure the stuff I'd hidden in my luggage hadn't been disturbed. I wouldn't put it past Fabrizio or one of the others to have gone through my stuff. It's their job to look after the old man af
GABRIEL I knew this time would come, the time when I would stand face to face alone with Ricci. I was proud of myself as I stood there outside in the winter garden where I'd purposely gone to isolate myself making it easy for him to follow. After placing little devices where needed throughout Sal's tour, which I recorded with the camera on my watch, I'd gone back to my room to rest and to check up on my handiwork. Felice and the kids had taken off somewhere, and I knew Sal was in his study with his two sons when I went on my first expedition back to Felice and Ricci's room. If anyone saw me, I could just explain myself away as being lost as it was my first time in this big house, but no one saw me, and I didn't hang around long enough to get caught. Of course, I could've probably walked in without issue since the whole staff seemed confused by my presence and because no one had kicked me out and I seemed to be Sal's new favorite grandson; who would dare object? But I didn't want
GABRIEL I didn't stick around for the theatrics, and unlike the others here, I knew the noise level was about to go way up, and the crazy would kick in. I headed back into the city, just for a walk, minding my business, and just so happened to end up in front of Teresa's place of business. I stopped outside the plate-glass window of the little boutique she owned and ran, looking down at the map as if lost. "Scusi!" I heard the door open behind me and the tread of high heels on cement. I stepped back out of the way as she approached me with a tentative smile. "Scusi, you're Gabe, no? Alonzo's son, we met at the party, you remember, I'm Teresa." "Oh, sure, uh-huh, I think I remember you. Do you live here?" I looked around at some of the high rises that flanked the row of stores and cafes. "No-no, this is my shop." She indicated the store behind us, and I turned to look at it in surprise. "Oh, okay, well, I'm sorry to have interrupted you, please don't let me disturb you. It was n
GABRIEL It took another six months before Memnon was ready to move, or at least he was finally making noises in that direction. A lot has happened in that time. First, I did not return to Sicily, not yet, but I did stay in contact with Sal, almost weekly, in fact. He would've liked more, but I knew a big fish in the water has more lure than the little one on the hook. So, I kept him waiting while giving him updates on my life, fictional, of course, but he'd find the truth of my words if he looked. I also used the time to lay the groundwork for my next big move when I finally do return to Sicily. Things were going slower than I would've liked, but all things considered, I'd not been wasting valuable time, but instead, getting things in order for my departure. In that time, I'd also been collecting and compiling my findings from the recordings I'd made from the devices I'd planted in the palazzo and also in Teresa and Antonio's home. The bottle of wine I'd sent her was long gone, b
GIANNA Are people supposed to be wary of their kids? No, not wary; I don't think that's the correct word. Scared, no, that sounds even worse. Whatever it is, I have no words to describe what's been going on in my home. Even Connie and Ron admit to being stumped, and they've been on this earth way longer than I have. I've searched high and low for information bought all the books, but no one accurately describes what it is that I see on a daily basis, which leads me to think that it's all Gabriel Russo's fault. If he wasn't so…. Grrrrrrr, whatever he is, then this wouldn't be. Reading at ten months? Full sentences not long after? We're not going to talk about walking way too soon, and the eye contact makes me feel like I'm about to be mind-controlled. I haven't even needed to exercise to get back my pre-pregnancy body; just running around all day to keep up has done that. Though Connie swears that it's my youth that made me bounce back so easily, making the pounds just fall
GABRIEL "Who are you? why are you trying to hack into my system?" I pressed some keys quickly to stop the hacker from getting any further. "So, you've seen me. Pretty good." "You're not bad yourself; now answer the question." I was calm and cold as ice. "I'm someone who is trying to save you from yourself." "I don't compute." "You know exactly what I'm talking about. That road you're about to take, it's a dead end. You shouldn't be so quick to give up on yourself. I don't want to see someone with your capabilities wasted. Stay safe!" And he's gone. Who the hell was that? Whoever he is, he's good, very good. I almost didn't see him until it was too late. I shut down and reworked some stuff on my end to safeguard myself even further. I'm not exactly nervous, but this is the first time something like this has happened. Trying to save me from myself. Memnon? No, it wasn't his crawlers, so who? I could run a reverse hack, but I get the feeling this person is too good, and I'
MANCINI The kid was a looker and not at all what I expected. There was just him and a girl in the pic, and the caption is what told us who he was. "Yeah, he looks young enough. Let's go with him. Gabriel Russo. Track, tell me what he told you again? About his mom." He went through the story again but admitted his friend was very young at the time, as was he, and he'd just been blowing off steam. It's what he'd said here and there over the years that added up in Track's mind to this kid planning to off himself once he was done with the UnSub. "Quinn, anything on the Fratelli woman?" "There's plenty; she's a social butterfly, not afraid of the camera. She's married to some hotshot investment banker. I'm combing through her life now, going back to her teens; I'll let you know when something pops. What do we know about the UnSub?" I looked at Track for answers. "Nothing, only what I told you. Nemesis never gave me a name." "Is that his handle?" "Oh shit!" "Don't sweat it. I w
DRACO "Andros, how much do you trust this guy?" "He's in the top ten." "Good enough. Thanks for this. If this thing works out, I'll send you a bottle of that Scotch you like." We man hugged, and I left to go back home. My gut tells me Mancini is on the up and up. The fact that they'd pieced together so much just from one conversation that took place so long ago between two kids told me that he doesn't just collect geniuses; he's one of them. I don't care what he's up to, so long as he saves my son, he'll be in my top ten too. I let myself relax on the jet and made myself believe that this could be a way out. I've been on edge all week thinking that Gabe was about to leave again, but it's only when I went to board the plane, and the pilot told me about the flight out tomorrow, that I knew it was a definite. I've been fighting with myself ever since, trying to find a way to stop him from going back there. I almost called Uncle Guy and told him to take out Ricci and be done with