Luciano
I arrived at the old tavern just after midnight. The place smelled of cheap whiskey and cigarette smoke. Elena sat in the corner booth, legs crossed, wearing a tight black dress that left little to the imagination. She smiled when she saw me, but her eyes looked nervous.
“You came,” she said.
“Talk fast,” I replied, sliding into the seat across from her. “I don’t have time for games.”
Elena leaned forward. “My father is planning to burn your main warehouse tonight. He wants the opium. They will make it look like a simple fire outbreak. No one will suspect him.”
I stared at her. “How do you know this?”
“He has already planted an insider inside your crew. Even if you call the firefighters, they won’t come. He bribed them in advance.”
A cold laugh escaped me. “This sounds li
