Chapter 4
-I think so.
-Well -the detective said, rising from the seat-. Let's get out of here.
Before leaving Murdoch observed the mobster's condition. I was still in the dream world. When they left the city, he would leave an anonymous message to the city police, noting that two men, certainly plagued by various crimes behind them, were unused around San Mateo Street.
For the rest of the morning Harry guided him through all the places he remembered during his first stop in Montreal. They taught Anna's photography by all shops, bars, parks, etc. that was between San Mateo Street to the San Lorenzo River. Including Mont Royal Park. No results.
Around noon they had lunch in a small restaurant.
-We must return to Toronto.
-Why?
-We can't stay here. It's very dangerous.
-But...
In that instant Murdoch raised a hand to ask for silence.
-No discussion. No escape.
-I thought we shouldn't give up.
-I'm wrong. How do you get cyed by the guy who was with you in the house?
-At the station.
-Do you understand my motives?
-Yes.
Despite the claim William was able to sense the disappointment in Harry's eyes.
-I understand your wishes. I lost my mother when I was your age. Now there are a number of circumstances that I can't ignore. Every hour we spend here will be cause for trouble. Maybe we'll find more answers about your mother if we go back to Toronto.
When they finished, they headed for the station. The next train to Toronto was leaving in two hours, so Murdoch left the boy on the platform with the appropriate order to sit until he came back. Inside he made an anonymous call to Montreal police station number three indicating the whereabouts of Falcone's two men. Although the mobster's name was silenced.
Then he bought the tickets to Toronto. When he was about to return to the platform, the cold contact of a gun settled into his kidneys. He then raised his head to see Falcone's silhouette in front of him. The guy who was pointing at him was one of his henchmen.
-Quiet detective.
Without being able to avoid it William veered his gaze to the platform.
-Your figlio has fallen asleep. Too many hours awake. We're not trying to bother you at the time. Follow me.
As he followed in Falcone's footsteps, the detective verified that Harry was being kept in the same place where he left him five minutes earlier. Sleeping.
In that instant they entered a small room. Falcone's man closed the door. With his gaze the mobster pointed at Murdoch a chair in front of him.
-We need to talk.