Luca:
The morning started with a knock on the door and Matteo stepping in, with a folder in his hand. He didn’t waste time. “The Moretti’s are shifting their weight again. South port. Unmarked cargo. Castellanis saw it and let it pass.”
I pushed the papers on my desk aside and took the folder. Photos, timestamps, movements, it was all too clean. “They want a reaction.”
“They expect us to take the bait,” Matteo said. “Or they think we’re too distracted to respond.”
I knew which one it was. The wedding. The temporary peace. The idea that maybe I was going soft.
“They’re pushing Castellani territory now,” he added.
I closed the folder. “They want to provoke a response we can’t afford to give publicly. Not yet.”
“Gianni Castellani called this morning. He’s waiting to see how we handle i
