My hand tightened around the coffee mug. "He's making his move."
"Looks that way. And boss?" Marco's expression darkened. "He's been asking questions about the Morrison building. About why you've suddenly increased security. About who's living here."
Ice flooded my veins. "What does he know?"
Marco pulled up another image on his tablet—a grainy photo taken from across the street. "This was taken yesterday afternoon."
I leaned forward. The image showed the Morrison building's entrance. And there, just visible through the glass doors, were two figures in the lobby.
Isla and Leo.
"When was this?" My voice was deadly calm.
"Three PM yesterday. Right after you left for the downtown meeting." Marco zoomed in. "They didn't leave the building—just came down to the lobby. Leo wanted to see the fountain in the atrium, according to the doorman."
The fountain. Of course. I'd shown it to Leo on our first day, and he'd been fascinated.
"Matteo's photographer was across the street?"
"Set up in a parked van. We didn't spot him until after he'd taken this shot."
I studied the photo. Isla's hand on Leo's shoulder. Both their faces visible, identifiable.
"Did it transmit?"
"We intercepted it before he could send it. But boss—" Marco met my eyes. "Matteo knows you're protecting someone now. It's only a matter of time before he figures out who."
The photo burned into my vision. My son. Visible. Photographed. Targeted.
"How did Matteo know to watch this building?" I asked quietly
Marco's expression darkened. "That's what I've been trying to figure out. The Morrison purchase was discreet. The renovations were handled by our people. There's no reason he should even know you own it, let alone that you're staying here."
"Unless someone told him."
"Unless someone told him," Marco agreed.
I set down the mug with careful control. "Find the leak. I don't care how long it takes or what you have to do. Someone in our organization is feeding Matteo information, and I want their name by end of day."
"And when I find them?"
"Bring them to me." My voice dropped. "I'll handle it personally."
Marco nodded. "What about the building security? If there's a leak, changing our protocols might—"
"The building security stays as is. Eight men, facial recognition, the works. But add counter-surveillance. I want to know if anyone's watching the watchers. And Marco?" I met his eyes. "From now on, information about Leo and Isla goes through you and me only. No one else. Not even our most trusted people."
"You think the leak is that high up?"
"I think I'm not taking chances with my son's life."
"Already in motion." He paused. "There's something else. Vincent Calabrese reached out."
That got my attention. "What does Vincent want?"
"To help. He says Matteo's been sniffing around his territory too. Offering deals, trying to poach his dock workers." Marco pulled up another file. "Calabrese thinks Matteo's planning something bigger than a simple power grab."
"Vincent Calabrese doesn't offer help without expecting something in return."
