“Do you have eyes on her?” I was hunched down using the reflection of the window across the street to watch Stefano’s men outside his hotel. Thankfully, he had a ground-level room, and the maid-service closet was only three doors away from his. Any sounds we made going in would, hopefully, be covered by their chatter and wouldn’t alert any of his men. We had eyes on Antonio’s niece, Val, and were about to make our move.
“Yes, she’s sitting on the couch, wrists tied together.” Vinni grunted as he shifted his position. “All things considered, she seems all right.”
“Any sign of Stefano?”
“No, boss, just two of his men are watching TV across the room from her.”
“Do you really think Stefano left her?” Niccola joined my side and lifted a skeptical eyebrow.
“No, he is impulsive and stupid, a
