“I looked through the files you got from Diatheke,” a familiar feminine voice said. “You’re right. He was last seen in Montreal.”
“Then Montreal it is.”
“Did you get to see her?”
“I did.”
In the window she was chopping vegetables. He wondered if it was one of those hell peppers.
“And? Was she everything you expected?”
“She was nothing like I expected. You’d love her.”
“You could stay with her. I know you want to.”
“It’s not about what I want.”
She huffed into the headset. “You’ve done enough. Eventually, it has to be about what you want. Otherwise, what’s the point?”
Right now he didn’t need the extra doubt. “Did the wire clear?”
“Of course, it did. I can’t do this for too much longer. I can’t sleep at night. I have nightmares, I wake up thinking you died. You are my only brother. Walk away, Alessandro. Please.”
“I will after I kill him.”
He pushed the button on the headset and ended the call before she said anything else.
The ticket was already booked. He looked one last time at his angel and jumped off the roof.