52
Lorenzo
I standin front of the security monitors, watching surveillance footage that Dom hacked into.
Eventually, we will find this fucker.
Connor might be good at hiding, but I’m better at tracking.
“Back it up,” I say, signaling to the video currently playing in front of me.
Dom taps the keyboard, and the footage rewinds. The video is from a street camera outside of a nightclub.
My gaze narrows as Dom replays the clip. I narrow my eyes and focus on the figure stepping out of the door.
It looks like Connor.
The man slips through the crowd standing out front of the club.
“Zoom in,” I order.
The image tightens. He turns just enough for the camera to catch his profile. My jaw sets. Yep. It’s him.
“Okay. Now that we know it’s him, let’s zoom and focus on where he goes.”
We watch as Connor exits through the door. The timestamp says it’s 2:17 a.m. The camera outside catches him lighting a cigarette, then he heads toward the street.
“There,” I say. “Freeze it.”
The car pulls into frame. It’s a black SUV. He opens the passenger door and gets inside.
“Enhance the plate.”
Dom does what I ask, and I jot down the license plate number on my phone.
Got you.
Now I can use my connections to find him.
“Run the plates,” I order. “Find out everything you can, and let’s see if we can track the bastard.”
“No problem, Boss,” Dom answers.
I step away from the screens and pull my phone from my pocket, already dialing. Matteo picks up on the second ring.
“You find him?” my cousin asks, cutting right to the chase.
“I have a lead,” I say. “We have him on video leaving a nightclub. Clear image of the plate too.”
“Good work. Need help? I’m handling something for my pops now, but I can meet you at the warehouse tonight to go over a plan?”
“Nah, all good.”
“You sure?” he asks.
“Yep.”
“Cool. Thanks, man. Appreciate you taking point on this.”
