My voice lowers dangerously. “Our guys didn’t do it, I hope.”
“Couldn’t even if they wanted to, boss.” His lips press into a grim line. “Footage that old is stored on your private security server. It needs your password to be accessed.”
“Old?”
“They wanted it from seven years back. ”
For a moment, the music fades under the rush of blood in my ears.
Seven years.
The night I met Izzy.
“Did they get anything?” I demand.
“No.”
“Good.”
I look out over the crowd again.
“They’re testing us,” I say.
Leone nods. “Looking for weak spots.”
“They won’t find one.” I straighten up. “I want surveillance on Izzy’s building.”
“Already started.”
“Double it.”
“Done.”
“Noah’s school too. His daycare. And Notte Bianca.”
Leone raises an eyebrow. “You think the Pavlovs are going after them?”
“I don’t know, but I’d rather be prepared.”
He nods. “And if she notices?”
“Then, you’ve failed.”
He gives a crooked grin. “Fair enough.” Then he adds, “Does she know anything about this? The Pavlovs trying to steal your crown?”
“No.”
“Should she?”
“No.” The word is final. “She stays out of this.”
Because once she’s in, there’s no getting her out again.
Leone studies me for a moment but doesn’t argue. “I’ll make the calls.”
Before leaving, I stop in the security office. Rows of monitors glow in the dim light.
“Pull footage,” I tell the tech. “Seven years ago.”
