I was hungry, but I also didn’t want to leave Mila home alone too long. “I’m good.”
“How’s married life?” Her question was casual, but curious.
I crossed my arms, not wanting to talk about the biggest complication in my life. “Fine.”
“I heard you bought a house.”
“Yes.”
She smiled as she assessed my boundaries around Mila. “I brought you out tonight because I saw something that I can’t put in text. This can’t come back to me.”
“Tell me.”
“You know I run the shipping logistics for the Volkov family. They added an unscheduled intake without any paperwork.”
I frowned. “Meaning?”
“I manage cargo duty, so I track everything in my system. They scheduled containers, warehouse space and manpower,with the point of intake at the dock, but we don’t have a ship coming in.”
I still wasn’t following her. “Help me out.”
“You do. You have a shipment coming in.”
We had a large shipment of illegal weapons coming in from Europe, but I didn’t know how anyone knew that. “You think they’re planning to intercept my shipment?”
“Yes.”
Twice in the month before his demise, Demetrius had two different shipments hijacked, and it had set our supply chain back significantly. “Do you know how the details of my shipments are leaking?”
She shrugged. “It could be anything from corruption at the port authority level, or you have someone in your supply chain providing intel to the Volkovs.”
I could feel my blood pressure rise at the thought of being double crossed. Nothing annoyed me more.
“I appreciate your help.”
She looked at me with concern. “They will keep escalating. Be careful.”
I thought about the photos of Mila. “You too.”
Two days later,I was driving to the docks with Maksim next to me. It was crushingly early, and only the seagulls were up. Everyone else in this city still seemed to be sleeping.
We pulled up to a red light and waited.
“You ready for your update?” Maksim asked.
I took a sip of my coffee. “Yup.”
“Last night we took three simultaneous attacks, but nothing that resulted in anything more than minor damage. We suspect but can’t confirm the Volkov family.”
“It’s starting,” I said grimly.
“We think the photos of Mila were noise from the Volkovs. I’ve heard they did this to the Italians too.”
“What happened?”
“Nothing, they were just creating fear.”
“And the attacks at the docks?”
