“I don’t get it.” Vinni rubbed his face and tossed the paperwork on the table. “We’ve been through every tape, every document from here to New York. We’ve been through the New York videotapes, and the paperwork, and there’s just nothing.”
“There’s always something,” Niccola reminded him. “We’re just missing it.”
I stood in front of the window and looked over the dockyard and watched the workers unload today’s shipment. I had my guys combing through every nook and cranny of the ship. If there was something there, they’d find it.
“All right.” Niccola sighed loudly behind me. “If I was going to smuggle a girl or girls from Siberia through Italy, why go through the States? Are they just stopping there or going farther? How much does a girl go for?”
“It really depends on a lot of factors,”
