Page 109 of The Bonventi Hitman

"Look, I'm young. I can have another career. I'm smart enough to know this isn't what I want. The dangers, the lies, it's not the life I signed up for."

Greens leans forward, his firm face neutral. "Fine. So what are you proposing, Bennett?"

"A clean break," I say. "You let me walk away, no strings attached. In return, I'll give you intel that will lead to possibly the biggest mafia bust in FBI history."

That perks Agent Greens' attention. "What kind of intel?"

I smile. "The kind that would bring down the entire Morozkin syndicate."

The men look at me, and I can practically see the embers burning in their eyes as they weigh the loss of me against the potential of such a massive bust.

So I stoke their thoughts.

"We're talking Ivan and his top men, the date, location, and even a new smaller Serbian Mafia," I continue. "Everything you need, along with enough evidence to bury them all."

Agents Harris and Greens exchange a look.

I know I've got them hooked.

Agent Greens scoffs, "And in return? You just want to quit?" Greens asks carefully.

I nod. "Like I said, a clean break. I walk away, you don't come looking for me. I disappear, and you let me. Consider it my last act as an FBI agent."

Agent Harris stares at me for a long moment. "You understand what you're asking? The life you're choosing to walk away from?"

I meet his gaze steadily. "I do. And I also understand the life I'm choosing to walk toward. It's my choice, and I'm making it."

"And what about Gabriel? The Bonventis?" Agent Greens asks.

I shake my head. "They are too careful. I'm kept as a prisoner mostly. Gabriel won't talk to me about anything. As a matter of fact, the only reason I know what I'm about to tell you is because I risked my life to sneak into a storage closet to overhear a secret meeting."

It wasn't a storage closet, but Gabriel felt it better than saying a bathroom.

Agent Greens nods. "Alright, Bennett," he says and slides a pad of paper and a pen across the table, "Give me your resignation, give us what you've got, and you have our word—you're out, clean break."

I take the pen and paper and slide it in front of me.

"Unless, of course," Greens says, "this is fake or doesn't lead to taking down Ivan. Then that's a different story."

"Please don't threaten me," I say, staring directly into his eyes.

I take a moment and write out my resignation letter and sign it. I slide the pen and paper forward.

"There, and you may want to take notes on what I'm about to tell you."

Agent Greens slides the pad over to Harris, who reads over my resignation, flips to a clean page, and looks at me, nodding.

"Okay," I say, reaching into my purse for the scribbled notes Gabriel helped me prepare. "Let's talk about the blue warehouse."

The men are quiet as I go into details about how the Serbian mafia is importing the largest shipment of illegal guns and drugs Ivan Morozkin has ever received as a show of good faith. I tell them the exact day, time, and give them the address of this blue warehouse where it'll all take place.

I glance over at Agent Greens, who can hardly contain his excitement about the prospects of this takedown—he is the lead on this, and he'd take most of the credit.

"Wait, that address," Agent Harris says and looks up at me from his notes, "That's the port north of Chicago. Russians control that, too?"

I shrug. "I guess, that's where this is happening."

Once I'm finished giving them everything Gabriel told me, both men lean back in their seats at the same time, their heads in a daze as they process everything.