After completing a slow circle around him, he finally stopped again.
"How long have you worked for me?"
The man swallowed hard before answering.
"Twelve years... Chief."
"Twelve years." Santiago repeated the number thoughtfully before giving a slight nod.
"Twelve years is a long time."
"It is long enough to earn trust."
The kneeling man nodded hurriedly.
"Yes, Chief."
"It is also long enough to understand the consequences of betrayal."
The words struck the man like a physical blow and his breathing suddenly became noticeably heavier.
"I didn't betray you."
Santiago's expression remained unchanged.
"No?"
He looked toward Mateo.
"The file."
Mateo stepped forward, opened the folder, and removed several photographs before dropping them onto the concrete floor directly in front of the kneeling man.
The man instinctively lowered his eyes.
His pupils contracted.
Every photograph showed him.
Meeting members of the Salvatore Organization.
Receiving briefcases.
