Chapter 210. Sorry, Salvatore

Nathan’s POV

“I’m sorry, Salvatore,” I said as I made my way to the den. “I don’t want Amelie to hear our conversation.”

“Understandable,” Salvatore replied. “We found him.”

“That didn’t take long,” I praised. “Especially since all we had was a grainy video still.”

“My team is very… experienced, aggressive,” Salvatore paused and said the words precisely.

“So, what’s the scoop?” I asked.

“Evander Frank, 36 years old, part of the elite hire to hit group known as the delivery men,” Salvatore explained. “A true professional at getting rid of the unwanted. Well, at least if somebody doesn’t want you. A hit man.”

“A hit man? Someone paid to have Amelie snuffed?” I said, sitting down at my desk in disbelief.

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