Chris Bolton's Unexpected Rise To Wealth And Fame

CHAPTER 103

It all came rushing back to him, kind of like a dam of memories had been broken free in his brain. Victor, his childhood trainer, the man in the picture, the baseball cap mystery man, the one who had appeared and disappeared during the death of Scuro Lancia's Don Martini; they were all one and the same person. How had he been so blind? It was still the same baseball cap from when he was just a little kid. He could still remember how Victor would walk up to him in the Sanders' back lawn, as he took off the baseball cap and his backpack, with the words "hey buddy," as he messed up his hair with a ruffle. He remembered how he always tried to squirm away from those ruffles and how Victor had always been faster and more agile than him, trapping him before he could move out of his reach. If the man in the picture was Victor and he had killed Scuro Lancia's Don Martini, then he certainly had not done it on his own accord. Someone must have been behind giving the order and making the required