Vito's already dialing. "Ren, get medical to Elena's apartment. Dante and Luca are down. Then get to my office with Rafa. Now."
Within three minutes, Rafa rushes in with his laptop. "What do we have?"
"Black van, heading east from Elena's apartment. Left maybe five minutes ago." I'm pacing, phone still to my ear. I can hear Dante's ragged breathing. "Tony's the traitor. He took her."
Rafa's fingers fly across the keyboard. "Pulling traffic cameras now... got it. Black van, no plates. Heading toward the East River." He types faster. "Last ping on the route is... here. Then it disappears."
"What's in that area?" Vito demands.
"Industrial zone. Mostly abandoned." Rafa zooms in on the map. "Four large warehouses. Two of them are owned by shell companies we've traced back to Irish operations in the past."
"She's in one of those," I say immediately. "We need to move. Now."
"Marco—" Vito starts.
"Now, Vito!" My voice is raw. "They have a head start. Every second we waste?—"
"Is a second we need to do this right." Vito stands. "Rafa, can you get eyes on those warehouses?"
"Working on it. Hacking into city surveillance now... shit, most of the cameras in that area are dead. Either broken or disabled."
"Of course they are," I mutter. Into the phone: "Dante, you still with me?"
"Yeah," he gasps. "Medical just arrived. They're loading me up. Marco—I'm sorry. I should have?—"
"Not your fault. Tony played all of us." I grip the phone tighter. "You did good calling it in immediately. Rest now."
The line goes dead as the paramedics take over.
I turn back to Rafa. "Which two warehouses have Irish connections?"
He highlights them on the map. "This one was purchased six months ago through a Dublin-based LLC. This one's been on our radar for a year—suspected Costello meeting location but we've never confirmed."
"Then we hit both simultaneously," I say. "Split into two teams?—"
"No." Vito's voice is firm. "We don't have the manpower to hit both at once, not if we want to do this right. And walking into the wrong location alerts them that we're coming."
"So what? We sit here and guess?" Frustration explodes out of me. "While Elena is?—"
"While Elena is alive and needs us to be smart." Vito moves to the map. "Rafa, pull up everything we have on both locations. Utility usage, recent activity, anything."
Rafa types rapidly. "The first warehouse—nothing. No power usage, no water, no activity for months. It's completely dead."
"And the second?"
"Power's been on for the last three days. Not much, but consistent. Someone's there."
"That's our target." Vito looks at me. "But we can't just storm in. This is a trap, Marco. They took Elena to draw us out. Ronan wants us to come in hot and stupid."
"I don't care what he wants. I care about getting her back."
"And we will. But we do it my way." Vito's voice carries the weight of command. "We have leverage Ronan doesn't know about. Elio is downstairs. We use him to arrange a meeting. Exchange him for Elena."
"Ronan won't go for that?—"
"He will. Because Elio is what he's wanted all along. Elena was just the easier target to grab." Vito pulls out his phone. "Ren, bring Elio up. Time for him to be useful."
I want to argue. Want to grab weapons and go in blazing. But Vito's right—charging in without a plan gets Elena killed.
