Leo's POV
Two days later Luca and I were stood in the streets of Seattle.
The last 48 hours had been enough to drive anyone off the edge. Five of my commanders had been attacked, one shot in the shoulder but none killed. Between attacks, no one had any idea where he was or what he was doing and we still weren't entirely what game he was playing but at long last he'd been seen leaving the territory towards Seattle, presumably to head back to Mexico.
Our objective now: stop the motherfucker ever leaving the country.
I had men all over the city, all armed with guns. As far as we knew, there was only two of them: Andrea and the big gunman everybody unfortunate enough to receive a home invasion had described.
Taking him down shouldn't be difficult but finding him was an issue. He was a slimy thing with a habit of disappearing and in a city as large and busy as Seattle, it was a nearly impossible task.