Chapter 27
Matteo called Cowboy as soon as he got back to the house, taking his cell phone into the backyard for privacy.
“Marriage counseling by Ramón, where we specialize in fictional spouses. How can I help you?”
Matteo couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re an asshole.”
“You love me.”
“Yeah. Listen, we’ve got trouble.” He told Cowboy about the explosion in the restaurant and exchanging bullets with someone in the alleyway. “We think an organization called Ten Komanda might be behind the terror attacks, and could possibly even be the shooter last night.”
“Logan got the lowdown on them from Interpol. They’re the real deal. Responsible for some nasty shit.”
“I need backup, Leo. If they’re really responsible, this is more than I can handle on my own. From what I hear, they’re as strong as we are.”
“I know. We’re already on our way. Somewhere around Reykjavik now.”
Matteo’s shoulders slumped with relief. “Thank God, man. I should have called you last night. I’ve got a bad feeling about this one.”
“We’ve got a chopper waiting in Moscow. Just hang tight and we’ll be there soon.”
“Who’s flying? Hawk?”
“Yeah.”
Matteo chuckled. “Godspeed, brother.”
“I know. Who would have thought this is how I’d go out?” He laughed. “No, I’m not talking about you, Trevor. Mind your own damn business. Geez. Everything else okay, Red? You didn’t get hurt too badly?”
“Just a flesh wound.”
“Things between you and Grace still wedded and blissful?”
“Of course.”
“Are you sleeping with her?”
He shook his head. “Fuckin’ A, Cowboy.”
“We’ll talk when I get there.”
“Tell Hawk not to fall out of the sky.” Matteo hung up the phone.