Chapter 7 - Dominic Discharges Himself Under The Cover Of Darkness
The old sedan rattled down the empty ramp, bursting out into the cool midnight air of the Manhattan streets.
Dominic leaned back against the worn headrest, watching the towering skyscrapers of his city pass by in a blur of neon light.
“Where to, Mr. Moretti? Should we head to your midtown safehouse?” Grace asked, gripping the steering wheel tightly.
“No, Anthony watches all the standard safehouses. Take us to the old brownstone in Greenwich Village,” Dominic instructed firmly.
“The one that hasn't been used in a decade? Perfect. Nobody will ever look for you there,” Grace realized with a nod.
As they drove through the quiet downtown avenues, Dominic pulled his burner phone out of his jacket pocket.
He powered it on, punching in a secure, encrypted sequence that connected directly to his most trusted overseas operative.
“Vance, it’s Dominic. I’m alive,” Dominic spoke into the receiver with a voice cold enough to freeze water.
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A sharp intake of breath echoed from the other end of the line before a heavy, relieved sigh followed.
“Boss? We thought the worst. Give us the word, and we’ll clean house tonight,” Vance replied instantly from Zurich.
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