“Gentlemen?”
“Gio, we need to talk,” Reggie said, looking sideways at Reaper, who looked as if he hadn’t slept in days.
Stepping to the side, I let the men into my room, closing the door behind them.
Reaching for my robe, I donned it and took a seat at the table that sat not far from the bed. The room wasn’t what I was used to, but it was clean, and that’s all that mattered.
“How is young Dylan?” I asked when no one spoke.
“In a coma,” Ghost, the club's Vice President, said when Reaper stayed silent. “Reaper thought it best the doctor’s kept him that way until his incision began to heal. If not, Reaper told the Doc that there would be no stopping Dylan from hurting himself. The Doc agreed. The surgery went well. So far, so good.”
I nodded, saying nothing as I waited for someone to tell me why they were all here.
“Gio, I’ve been talking with Ghost and Reaper,” Sal began, looking at Reggie, then Ghost. “Some new information has come up. We have a plan.”
“What information? What plan? I didn’t know we needed one. I was under the assumption that until Mr. Franks was out of the woods, we were all here to support the club. What has changed?”
“One of our techs, Sypher, has gotten wind that Diablo is on the move. He knew about the raid on the compound. He isn’t happy.” Ghost carefully said.
He was hiding something. I could tell.
“What did he do?” I asked, getting to the point fast. I hated subterfuge. I preferred everything laid bare.
“Player, get Sypher on the phone,” Ghost ordered as my cousin quickly did as he was told. Reggie placed the phone in the middle of the table when the call connected.
“Hi, Mr. Player!” a young voice cheerfully said.
“Kid, it’s Ghost. I need you to tell Mr. Valentinetti everything you told Reaper and me about Diablo.”
“Yes, Mr. Ghost. Mr. Valentinetti, as I told my President and V.P. last night, I’ve been tracking the Collector or Diablo as we know him for months now. I keep track of everywhere he goes. When the club raided the compound three days ago, Diablo went dark for twenty-four hours. I don’t know where he was or what he was doing during that time. But when he reappeared, I found him. He is in Chicago and has been for two days now.”
“And this interest me how?”
“Mr. Valentinetti, sir, are you aware of a charity called The Sunshine Child? It’s a multi-billion-dollar charity that helps house and protects children that have been harmed or hurt by abusive parents?”
“Yes, my mother is on the board of that charity. In fact, she is heading up this year’s benefit. Why?”
“Yes, sir. I know. Diablo or the Collector received an invitation to the benefit, sir. He accepted and will be attending.”
I sat up and looked at Sal. “You mean to tell me that Angelo Capribella will be in my house?”
“Yes, sir. In fact, after I did some more digging, I found out that Angelo Capribella is one of the board members, and he is using the name Angelo Diego….”
“Danvers.” I finished.
“Yes, sir.”
I knew the man.
I golfed and had many dinners with him.
He’s been to my house.
He sat next to my mother and sister.
Looking at Sal, I got to my feet and started pacing. I didn’t like this. How could I not know? Everyone who came to my house was thoroughly investigated. There wasn’t anything I didn’t know about anyone. Yet, the man swept past all my safeguards.
“Before you say anything, Gio,” Sal clearly said. “I’ve already called Marko. He is investigating the mishap. Capribella should have never passed our security protocols.”