Marco POV
Luca found me at the port before I'd finished my coffee.
"There's a crew by the east warehouse," he said, keeping his voice low as he fell into step beside me on the loading dock. "They've been there three days. Utility vests, a van with municipal plates."
"Municipal plates are easy to buy."
"That's what I thought." He kept his voice level and professional, but I'd known Luca for seven years; I could hear the sharp edge of worry underneath his words. "They haven't touched a single cable. They haven't opened a panel. They just sit in that van, drink coffee, and watch the loading schedule."
I stopped walking. I looked toward the east warehouse, a squat grey building three hundred meters off. From here, there was nothing unusual about it.
"Show me."
We walked the length of th
