I sat by my desk, watching the sun slowly rise above Manhattan. My time was almost up and soon I was bound to make a decision. I shifted my gaze to the suite where a sadistic molester was sleeping soundly, snoring. I hated the sight of him in my office. I hated the fact that he could sleep so soundly while his latest victim was battling death in Gabriele's clinic. But most of all, I hated the mere thought that I had to deal with this freak and let him walk out of here freely, complete.
I told myself I would make it right one day, and Fabrizio would get what he deserved. I might not be the one serving the punishment, and it would surely not be today, but he would pay.
My phone buzzed. Julio's ID appeared on the screen and I quickly picked the call.
"Have you figured out a way to handle him once he wakes up?" he asked.
