"I landed in Italy last night and started digging," Bastien spoke. "I've turned up something you aren't going to like. Martin has eyes on you, Luca. Someone in your inner circle is watching every move of yours."
Luca's grip tightened on the phone.
"I've scanned my security every day," Luca replied. "Everything has looked clean. Everyone around me is trustworthy. Do you have a name? Is it one of my own men?"
"I don't have a face yet," Bastien admitted. "I managed to tap a feed coming directly out of their base. I heard Martin briefing his people, Luca. He said they're planning an attack 'in a way you won't imagine.' It sounded dangerous to me."
Luca remained silent, contemplating who could be around him ready to betray him.
"Listen," Bastien continued, "why are we playing this game with Martin? Why drag him all the way to Spain and risk a bloodbath on your home turf? Give me the word, Luca. I can end Martin right here in Italy tonight. You know that I don't miss my target."
