“Apologies, boss.” Peppe’s low voice drifts through the open window. “My brother’s shift got changed, so I couldn’t take his place last Sunday.”
“Make sure that doesn’t happen again,” I warn.
Peppe is first generation Cosa Nostra. His father was a laborer at one of the Family’s warehouses, working alongside my dad. Peppe, however, is more ambitious than his old man ever was. He decided to become a made man by taking the oath and turned soldier during my father’s reign. When I got shot the night of my junior prom, it was Peppe who carried my ass to safety, and he ended up being wounded himself in the process. For years, he’s been my secret contact within the foot soldiers’ ranks.
“What do you have for me?” I ask.
“A guy by the name of Wei Zhao arrived in Block C a few days ago. The Tria
