“I am a practical woman,” I said.

“And I want Vance dead.”

Dante nodded once, a slow, decisive movement of his head.

“Leo,” Dante said.

“Yes, boss?”

“Get the team ready. We move at dawn.”

“And get a radio for the girl.”

Leo nodded and hurried out of the room, leaving the door open.

The sound of distant sirens could still be heard from the surface.

Dante walked over to a small sink in the corner of the room.

He turned on the tap and began to wash the soot from his face.

“My brother was twenty-two,” I said to his back.

The water ran clear in the metal basin.

“He thought he was just delivering boxes,” I said.

“He didn’t know what was inside them.”

“When he tried to quit, Vance made an example of him.”

“They found his car in the river three days later.”

“The police called it an accident.”

“They didn’t even look for the bullet hole in his neck.”

“I will make sure Vance pays for that,” Dante said.

“But you need to be certain about this path.”