Chapter 671

Nottingham Winrio—of course David knew that name. He had even seen the Six Street boss himself once, at a Christmas party. To him, Winrio had always seemed like a kind, almost uncle-like figure to a kid from Santo Domingo like him. And now, here his name was, buried in mission intel, marked for assassination.

“We have to warn Oliver right away.”

That was David’s first thought, but Karl stopped him. “No need to rush.”