“Do you know someone who could… make that happen?” I ask, keeping my chin tilted high.
“Maybe.” Her jaw tightens as she clenches her teeth. “But I need to make sure that you know what you’re asking me.”
I give a tight nod. “I know exactly what I’m asking.”
“Ordering a hit on someone is not only expensive, but if that shit goes wrong, it’ll blow back on you and you’ll be the one on the end of the hit.”
I shrug. “Not like I have much to live for anyway.”
She rubs her jaw. “No, I suppose you don’t. Who do you want to order the hit on?”
I take a swallow, knowing this is really going to be a hard one to sell after I tell her the name. “Giovanni Costa.”