Meanwhile, Gustav boarded a private plane bound for the mainland.
He sat in one of the seats with a man across from him, the rest of the cabin empty. They had confiscated Gustav's phone and anything else he might have used as a weapon.
"You seem to be enjoying that a little too much," Gustav remarked, watching the middle-aged man work through a high-grade steak.
The man glanced up and met his gaze, still chewing.
"You should try it," he said. "It's good."
Gustav's expression didn't change. "What did you do to Lukas, Jony?"
Jony set down his fork and wiped his mouth with a cloth, then reached for his wine glass.
"We rescued him," he said plainly, then drained the glass as though it were water. "My men went to his place to collect him and found him already under attack. So we pulled him out."
He set the glass down.
"He took a hit in the process — nothing fatal. He's already being transported to the mainland. He'll be fine."
Gustav nodded.
