Marco POV
"Anything?" I asked, not looking up from the port shipment report.
"The plates are registered to a logistics company." Luca dropped a single sheet of paper onto my desk. "Company was incorporated eight months ago. No other vehicles registered to it. No employees on public record. One address, which turns out to be a mail forwarding service in Bologna."
"A shell."
"A very clean shell." Luca's jaw was tight, a muscle leaping in his cheek. "I've built enough of these myself to recognize master-level work when I see it. Whoever set this up knew exactly what they were doing."
I set the shipment report down and finally looked up, meeting his gaze. "Government work?"
"Could be. Could also be someone who's learned how to build a government-grade cover without actually carrying a fe
