Chapter 11 - Gallo Makes A Solemn Promise He Intends To Keep
Morning sunlight broke across Lake Michigan, casting a brilliant golden sheen over the glass towers of downtown Chicago.
I stood by the window of Keo’s tenth-floor hospital suite, watching the little boy play quietly with a new toy robot.
Linda walked out of the adjoining kitchenette holding a tray of fresh fruit, looking healthier and more rested than she had in months.
“The doctors said his latest blood panel is showing a twenty percent improvement, Mr. Gallo,” she said softly, her eyes shining with gratitude.
“Good,” I replied, turning around to face her. “And you don't need to worry about rent, medical bills, or working double shifts anymore.”
“I can't accept any more charity—” she protested gently.
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“It’s not charity, Linda. It’s an investment in loyalty,” I interrupted, placing a secure burner phone on the table.
“If anyone from Arthur Vance’s organization ever contacts you again, you call this number immediately.”
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