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I gasp loudly, slapping one hand over my mouth as I watch a red puddle of blood form behind Monté's head. What the hell just happened? Are my eyes and ears playing tricks on me? Or did Calvino really just shoot Monté right through the head?
"NO!" Luca yells standing up quickly and frisbeeing the iPad onto the couch. No I'm not imagining this... it was real.
"...a message for you Mr. Genovese. I know you're watching." Calvino continues and stares directly at the TV, the camera must've been in the corner of the room, high up on the wall which would explain why he was looking upwards. I feel my heart begin to thump harshly in my chest as the nerves creep their way up my spine and courses through my enter body.
"You think that you've got an edge over me... you thi
