Salvatore’s POV

Blood slipped from my fingers dripping to the cold grey polished marble floor.

Simon.

Intel description of a hot headed male who rented a white van and absconded with it. The renter described his eye patch, dirty patch of hair and the visible lines across his fingers plagued by harmful injuries. The renter revealed Simon was in too much of a hurry to get to something that he overpaid a suspicious act.

“Jeremy!”

“Boss.”

“What are your men doing? It's been days and yet nothing. I’m fucking losing my goddamn mind!”

“Simon is within town. No entries or exits recorded. We bribed and got every footage the day...