“Grazie. By the way, have these plates checked out for me, will you?” I repeat the numbers although something tells me the plates won’t lead anywhere.
I disconnect the call as I speed toward the docks.
I survey the ten men arrayed in a wide semicircle around the metal desk I’m propped against in the otherwise empty warehouse. Every one of them is a vital cog in the extensive network of businesses and families that make up the Outfit, each also responsible for defending it by any means necessary.
“Romario’s audacity has reached new heights,” I say to them. “We’re all aware of the Leo situation. What I’m going to say next is something I never thought I’d be saying to you, but desperate times are upon us, so here goes,” I shift, looking straight at each of them as I continue to speak.
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