"Get in where? His home? His offices?"
I know Dom has some kind of link to Emilio, and we can't find that, either.
Emilio's shit is locked up. And anyway, if the FBI grilled Lola, it meant nothing was there for them to get to any of the other crime families. And the man who could have told them things for a price was dead.
"I don't think whatever this link between Dom and Emilio?—"
"Ifthere's a link," Silas says.
"—is something on a computer somewhere."
Silas leans back, taking a swallow from the bottle he pilfered from the office. "So, we're going about this in the wrong way. But you knew that. Why you got me involved."
"Dom is an expert in covering his tracks."
Silas shrugs. "Every mafia player walking around free is an expert in that. Or they hire an expert to cover them."
"So, what do we do?"
"Stop digging into Dom."
I narrow my eyes, thumping my chest. "I can feel it in here that I'm right about Dom."
"Yeah? You might be. But a dead man can't shift things around and?—"
"The FBI has all his files."
He shrugs. "So? There are ways to get a peek at those files, ways I can open. And there are other things in boxes that I'm sure Lola got returned to her, things deemed not evidence, as the scandal is about the potential rather than facts. No arrests were made, so she will have a lot of things back. In boxes. In storage, because she doesn't strike me as someone who wants to go through that shit."
I frown. "And how do we get to that?"
"I have ways."
But I shake my head. "Silas, I have been over every part of Emilio. I have been watching him for years. I have client lists that I'm sure the FBI doesn't know about. I have exhausted all the angles regarding Emilio Mancini."
Silas grins at me. "Maybe. But I haven't."
"And what do you think that will prove?"
"That I'm the better hacker." He takes another swallow of the whiskey.
I let that dig slide.
He is a PI with hacking skills, but his real talents lie in connecting dots no one else can. He does the footwork and puts in hours, old-school style, when needed.
I shrug. "Fine. Entertain yourself."
The thing is, Silas thinks outside the box.
And I wait for him to get up, leave, and go do whatevermagic he does. But instead, he sits there and starts getting to work on his computer.
"Here you go."
I go to him, curious. "What?"
They are receipts. Gifts.
Emilio is meeting with someone.
