“Yeah, yeah. The charity your mom was part of. What about it?”
“It’s linked to Sunshine Kids. Run by Sylvia St. James.”
I sighed. Why can’t these fucker’s pick a damn name and stick with it? “Give me a sec.”
It didn’t take me long to find what I was looking for. I don’t know why I didn’t find the link earlier when the club was helping Player and his woman Catarina. Now that was a sweet woman. I was about to give Lorenzo the information he needed when I saw that the cutie and his friend pinged my computer. Grinning, I hit Shift-3 and destroyed his trace, also systematically wiping the computer hard drive.
Oopsie!
I laughed.
Lorenzo chuckled. “Woman’s got skills.”
“Yeah assholes. Don’t forget that.”
“Oh and thanks for the pretty faces. In about one minute I will know everything about you two wanna-be-hackers. Right down to what size tighty-whities you wear.”
“Son of a bitch,” I heard one of them mutter.
Getting down to business, I said. “Okay Lorenzo. Sunshine Child was created in 1990 by Sylvia St. James. As I said before, the charity is legit. It helps children that are from troubled homes. As for Sunshine Kids, well that’s different. This is just a cursory look but that charity is not part of the main chapter. It’s completely run off the books. The charity homes orphaned kids on the outside, but it’s also linked to several adoption agencies and hospitals. Wait, that can’t be right.”
That stopped me. Hospitals? Adoption Agencies? What the hell?
“What hospital?” Mr. Cutie asked, his face now visible again.
“Villa Emmanuel Medicale Center, in Verona, Italy.”
“That’s where Cat was!” Lorenzo stated.
Just then my facial recognition software dinged.
Looking up I stared into eyes I had seen before and I gasped, “Oh shit.”
Exiting the chat, I got to my feet.
Fuck me. I was screwed!
Pacing my office, I tried to think of any reason Lorenzo Valentinetti would have gotten himself mixed up with that man. I knew the name but never was able to put a face with the actual man. No one did. No one knew about him.
I mean, they knew of him but not who he really was.
Lorenzo was working with the Guardian.
The. Guardian.
The real Grim Reaper.
The hand of Satan himself.
No one had ever actually laid eyes on the Guardian. The man was a myth, an enigma. He left no DNA, no calling card, just dead bodies in his wake. For the longest time, the feds didn’t know what to make of him. No one knew what side he worked for, but I could have told them the man was a patriot if anyone cared to ask me. Now I knew his identity. I knew he looked familiar to me. It was his eyes. Those haunting silver green eyes. They were unique and for a while those eyes kept me alive.
The Guardian was methodical, fast and clean. Those who could identify the man, never lived long to give a description.
I knew of him because of my past, only I knew of him as the Guardian. One of the men who helped save me that day.
That thing I never wanted to think about again. If Lorenzo was working with the Guardian, then the shit was about to hit the fan and when I say shit, I mean my past was about to come calling.
FUCK!