Your Son Is Six Years Old

‘You can’t honestly expect me to do all that by myself!’ Deborah raised her voice. She drew in a deep breath. ‘Anyway, you wanted to kill him, right? I did that. I succeeded. The rest is not important.’ ‘Hmm.’ Santoro didn’t sound convinced. ‘Please, Mr Santoro.’ Deborah was on the verge of tears. ‘I did what you asked.’ ‘I don’t know. It just all sounds so…easy.’ ‘I’m not lying, I swear!’ Deborah wanted to pull her hair out. ‘I will never do that! You still have my son! I will never do anything to jeopardise his life, you know that!’ Santoro fell silent. Right, he still had Deborah’s boy, which was why she agreed to work for him in the first place. She wouldn’t do something stupid like lying to him. ‘Okay,’ he said finally. Then he added his customary threat, ‘But if I find out you double-crossed me, your son’s going to pay the price. Death will be too easy. I’ll sell him to the organ harvesters.’ ‘I will n-never betray you.’ Deborah’s knees almost buckled. ‘I loved Austyn, but I love