Chapter 8

“I have had my own do it. I can have them ready in a few days.” More sweat, more prominent vein and I swear it’s almost ready to explode. I can’t take my eyes off the pulsing expansion overtaking his shiny forehead.

“Why would you do that? I want them now. Right… now.” Very low, cold and precise; that tone I met that first time, and even I hold my breath when it hits. I realise that, nope, I was wrong, and this one here… this is his serious don’t fuck with me tone, and I guess the psycho switch hovers somewhere within as Luciano turns puce; It’s sinister in the calm… his intimidation is when that slow even deliberate dialect hits. It changes Lucie’s whole manner immensely.

I figured out Carrero’s first tell. One for the memory bank; a little unnerving and a tad psycho, but I guess it’s one to watch for. When he slows down and goes ultra-calm, he’s pissed as hell and completely unpredictable.

“Right now, sure… right this very… Urghhh, I will get them.” He moves and