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Alessandro filled me in. Leo will drive you. Don’t worry. That church is more like Fort Knox than the Vatican. And Alessandro has so many unmarked tunnels, only he and the rats can find their way around.

Okay! He didn’t tell me his grand plan, but he seems very excited about it.

I think you’ll like it.

Half an hour later, I’m sliding into the front seat of a black Ford Explorer.

“Leo, this thing looks like a cop car,” I tease.

“You’re not far off. It’s got their engine and suspension modifications, we added some ballistics protection.”

“The car is bullet proof?” I ask, shocked.

He shakes his head. “Truly, no. It’s improved sure, but this thing would look like a tank to be actually bullet proof. And technically, nothing is bullet proof. There is always a bigger bullet somewhere.”

“That’s reassuring,” I tease.

Leo shrugs. “I always figure more of the honest truth is better than bullshitting your way through life.”

“I can respect that.”

It’s early afternoon, so traffic is picking up. Regardless, I find Leo is quite pleasant to talk to, so the drive is actually very nice.

“Not much further. But with this traffic, God only knows.”

“Oh well. Can’t fix it, why fight it?” I say.

My phone buzzes, Robert sending me a picture of a goat with a tiara and a pink princess gown that says, “Greatest of All Time.” I’m mid reply, when I see the truck coming straight for our car.

It’s a full-blown semi, and it’s not stopping. It might be speeding up.

CHAPTER 34

Vincent

Marco and Jack are back in my office.

“Jack here agrees with your theory on LeBlanc leaking the information on those old associations,” Marco starts.

I nod and pour a cup of coffee from the pot on the table.

Jack clears his throat. “I was able to hack into both of LeBlanc’s hotel security camera systems.” He spins his laptop. “They are both displaying live feeds on my computer.”

“Any activity so far?”

“Nothing interesting at the East Village property. But there’s been a fair amount of activity at the Washington Heights location. LeBlanc has been in and out of there all day, and he’s got friends with him.”

Jack flips to the footage of LeBlanc getting off an elevator and walking to a penthouse suite. A stocky man with black hair and olive skin is standing post outside the door.

“That doesn’t look suspect at all,” Marco comments.

“And there has been nothing at the other location?”

Jack shakes his head. “I even ran the license plates for the garage. LeBlanc hasn’t been there for more than a week, and his master key card hasn’t been used inside either.”

I look at my watch. Shit, traffic will be a nightmare soon. Looking at Marco, I tell him, “Have whoever we have in the area sit on the Washington Heights location. I want people in position if we get eyes on Rizutto.”

Marco sends off a series of rapid-fire texts and nods at me.

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