I turned away from the screens and walked toward the warehouse entrance, needing space to think.
Isabella had planted the laptop—that much was clear from the footage. But Lorenzo accessing it afterward complicated everything.
Either way, one of them was the person I'd been hunting. The insider who'd been stealing from me for months and probably the same person I had been hunting for.
I needed to be smart about this. One wrong move and they'd scatter like roaches when the lights come on.
"Boss?" Russo called from behind me. "What's the play?"
I turned back to face him. "We don't reveal what we know yet. I need to understand if they're working together or if this is two separate problems."
"And Mrs. De Luca?"
I thought about that for a moment. Maliya was smart—too smart to leave compl
