Rafael_Zimichut

Gregory Evans is called to investigate a terrorist attack and discovers that a radical Islamic group has been recruiting young people to carry out attacks in various locations in New York and there is only one person who can help him in the investigation, an enemy from the past.

In a journey marked by deaths and secrets hidden in political relations, Gregory Evans finds clues that will bring him face to face with a shocking revelation and the astonishing truth that we have ignored for so long.

Racing against time, Gregory Evans and the Italian mafia enter into a frantic hunt for religious and political assassins, and unravel enigmas, following a trail that may lead to the secret lair where lies the only hope of saving New York City, before it collapses.

THE SECRET PACT

HIS THOUGHTS WERE interrupted by an assumption from Brad Clooney.

— We could try some kind of intimidation...

— Are you talking about intimidating the President? — Benedetti asked, against the idea.

— I was just thinking out loud... — the hacker apologized as he typed countless codes into his notebook.

— If there is no other option... — Martin said, coughing.

— Are you crazy? — Carl Benedetti shouted, getting up from his seat and gesturing nervously. — Do you want to blackmail the President of the United States?

— We would say that we have proof of your intentions and we are willing to make them known, — Martin replied, still in agreement with his friend's crazy idea.

— Information like this would have a huge impact if it fell into enemy hands... — said the hacker.

— Humpf! — Benedetti grumbled. — So that means that if we are already dead, you still want to turn the knife? If there are I don't know how many behind us, when we do this, we will still have the country's government deliberately on our trail!

— It's true... — Clooney said thoughtfully. — This could be useless, and would only complicate our situation...

—But we have no options! — Martin exclaimed decisively.

Silence reigned in the room once again. Nothing to say, only to think. They remained like that until the inaction was broken by Benedetti:

Martin and Clooney looked at him curiously but in disbelief, waiting to hear the solution.

— I don't know how I could help... — said the old man. — but... there's a young man. Tommy. My co-worker... Well, I was his mentor back at the company. He's in the White House.

Clooney could see Martin's eyes widen at the news.

—This could be our solution! — Martin said eagerly.

— I don't know what he could do for us, — said Benedetti, — but...

— He could put us in touch with the President! — Martin said — without involving Greg, who certainly has some other plan parallel to ours.

— I don't know... — the old man resisted.

— If there is a way, it can't be any other way than this one! — insisted the FBI agent.

After talking enough to draw up their plan, as night fell, they called young Tommy Leone's number, who answered:

— Hey, Benedetti! Do you miss me?

CHAPTER 179