“You’re absolutely sure?” Paulo asked.

“Told me so himself.”

“Do you have any proof?”

“Just my word.”

“Well, that’s not gonna be quite good enough,” he said. “You see the dilemma – if he’s who you say he is, he’s my enemy. If you’re who he says you are, you’re my enemy. Perhaps, I should kill you both.”

“That won’t be necessary,” I said, cooly. “Vincent, your adventure ends here.” I sent a bullet straight through his heart. Shocked, he slumped to the ground.

“Seems I’ve underestimated you,” Paulo said, with a twisted smile. “I never thought you’d spill innocent blood this quickly, Mr. Gray.”

I smiled. Then frowned.

“That is your real name isn’t it?” His handsome face contorted cruelly. “You think I don’t know every detail about everyone who sets foot in my compound? The man you killed, Vincent, was searching for his sister. Now, thanks to you, his quest has fallen short. As has yours. You’ll never see Joshua alive.”

The barrel of his gun against my temple, how did my plan go so wrong?