Kathleen looked between them, confusion flickering across her face. “Who’s Matteo?”
“One of mine,” Enzo said. His voice stayed even, but inside everything was tightening. “Or he was.”
Kathleen’s eyes widened. “He was our driver during the chase. You kept yelling at him. You think he’s the one who?—”
“Yes.”
The realization settled like a weight. Matteo hadn’t just talked. He’d sold them out. And if Matteo were here now, it meant Rocco had been getting updates in real time. Which meant Dominic could be close.
Enzo pulled his phone from his pocket and stepped half a pace away, using the sound of the fountain as cover. He dialed Danny. Straight to voicemail. He tried again.
Nothing.
A spike of unease twisted low in his gut. Danny didn’t miss calls. Not like this. Not now.
“You calling your head of security?”
Enzo nodded.
“You can’t reach him,” Logan said quietly, reading his face.
“No.”
Kathleen touched Enzo’s arm. “What does that mean?”
“It means I don’t know if Danny is still free,” Enzo said. Or alive. Or also playing for Rocco’s team and just ignoring Enzo’s call. He didn’t say that part. He didn’t want to frighten her, and if he was being honest, saying it out loud made it seem like a real possibility. “And it means Matteo’s presence here isn’t accidental.”
Logan exhaled slowly. “Question is, who does Matteo actually belong to now? Vitale or Rocco?”
“Rocco,” Enzo said without hesitation.
Logan glanced at him. “You’re sure?”
“Yes.” Enzo’s gaze flicked back to Matteo, who had shifted position slightly, pretending to check his phone. “Vitale wouldn’t use Matteo. He wouldn’t trust him. Rocco would.”
Kathleen frowned. “Why does that matter?”
“Because it changes the threat,” Logan said. “If Matteo’s reporting to Rocco, that doesn’t automatically mean Dominic’s on his way.”
Enzo looked at Logan sharply. “You think Matteo only spoke to Rocco.”
“I think it’s possible,” Logan said. “Everyone wants the treasure for different reasons. Vitale wants leverage. Rocco wants power. Matteo might just be Rocco’s eyes and ears here.”
“And Dominic?” Kathleen asked.
Logan shrugged slightly. “No guarantee Rocco looped him in. Not yet.”
Enzo didn’t like it, but Logan wasn’t wrong. Rocco hoarded information. Always had. He liked to control the flow, decide who knew what, and when. Matteo being here didn’t automatically mean Dominic was seconds away. But it didn’t mean he wasn’t, either.
Enzo rubbed a hand over his jaw. “We assume worst-case,” he said. “We don’t let our guard down.”
Kathleen nodded, her expression steady now. “So, what’s our next move?”
“We proceed,” Enzo said. “But we stay loose.”
Logan touched his ear, his gaze still sweeping the circle. “I’m filling everyone in.”
Enzo watched as Logan murmured quietly, feeding information into his earpiece. Positions. Matteo. Possible betrayal. Elevated threat.
