A moment of panting and a few more of looking at me in a pleading fashion starts to bore me so I amuse myself by starting to lift his useless hand off of the table again.

“Okay, main, shit,” he shrieks. I lower the hand slowly and roll my finger in a ‘get on with it’ fashion.

“Where you come from,” Red asks, squinting at me. “Why you want to know dis?”

“I was born to a mother and father who are now dead, thanks to my young negligence. I need to know where your boss’s bunker is because I plan to kill him with older intent.” I smile, uncross my arms, and spread them wide. “It all just part of the circle.”

I lean down and widen my grin even further, revealing my flawless teeth. “Where is the bunker?”

“You got a map, main?” I raise a hand above my head and the drawers behind me open. A smoothly folded map of the southeastern area of Italy glides over me and sinks to the table. A flip of my hand unfolds it across the surface, obscuring Red’s manacled hands.

“You see dat lake, San Giuliano? It’s dat one.”