Chapter 38
Dino checked out the videos and reports.
Dead chefs in New York and Scotland. MI-Vids of meals, a guy in a car trunk, and a sheep trailer. An escalating mess at the G-8. None of that worried him much.
There were layers of planning and money here that pointed to a major scheme that hadn’t just been slapped together.
Then the Scottish punk girl’s cell phone had suddenly appeared on the black market. She might have lost her money easy enough, but to lose her phone like that was a bad sign.
Maybe his b***h redhead client was cleaning up after herself. Not that Dino was worried. There were only three or four people on the planet who could come even close to touching him. But it didn’t pay to be in harm’s way either.
His client really had it in for the pretty brunette.
Pretty?
