Saturday. United Kingdom.
RAMON IMAGINED RAMMING HIS stolen vehicle into the SUV, forcing it from the road and down a steep incline. He could practically hear the crunch of mental and glass in his head.
It was beautiful.
He gripped the steering wheel tighter and blew out a breath.
Skilton had promised to give him more information today. Something about Valentino being somewhere specific and meeting these idiots. If Ramon could somehow manage to kill Valentino and the task force, it would go a long way in improving his standing. Not to mention it would feel damn good.
Valentino.
That was a puzzle that stuck in his head.
People were predictable. It was a rule.
A hacker attacking people wasn't predictable. It didn't make sense, no matter what the guy's jobs had been in the past. And yet, smarter people than Ramon had said they'd met this Valentino guy. That he was a big, imposing figure.
The pieces still didn't click in his head.