HUNTING IN THE DARK
A week after Matteo’s death, we finally caught a break.
“Vincent made contact,” Marco said, bursting into the safe house at dawn. “One of his people the one we arrested in Queens he’s talking. Gave up a location. A meeting. Vincent’s supposed to be there in ” He checked his watch. “In six hours.”
I was awake instantly. Coffee forgotten. Grief forgotten. Everything narrowed to this. Finally. A chance.
“Where?” Dante asked. Already moving. Already planning.
“Abandoned factory in the Bronx. Industrial area. Easy to secure. Easy to defend.” Marco pulled up schematics on his tablet. “It’s actually a good location for us. Multiple entry points. Vantage positions for snipers. If we move fast..”
“We can trap him.” I finished. Studying the layout. “Cut off exits. Box him i
