“Dumping,” he says. “Which would be catastrophic.”
“We’re not dumping humans,” I say. “Get me those two, I’ll make a call. Give me the vessel number and container identifications.”
“A call?” he asks as he writes everything on a piece of paper from his phone.
“Yes,” I say. “I might be young, but I have invaluable contacts. You will have an answer when you’re back.”
He nods and leaves.
I take the phone and call Rosalia.
“It’s me,” I say on the phone without a hello. “I need to speak to Kat.”
“You are still alive,” she says, surprised.
“I am, Kat, please. It’s important.”
“Here,” says Rosalia, annoyed and hands the phone.
“Yes?” says Kat.
“Listen, I don’t have much time. There is a shipment in the Gulf of Mexico, I believe someone is trying to overthrow me, and there must have been intel that was given to the DEA. I am taking care of the mole here, but I need this shipment saved. There are thirty-three people on it. I need them saved; otherwise, they will be dumped. And cocaine, worth forty-two million. You said you have intelligence and contacts?—“
I prepare myself for questions and further explanation, but instead, Kat asks, “Which vessel?” She asks in a tone that is so efficient that I am rather surprised.
I give her the details.
“What’s the timeframe?”
At that moment, Salvatore returns.
“Time frame?” I ask him.
“Less than an hour,” he says, the two men entering after him.
“You heard?” I ask.
“I did, I can’t promise anything, but I am rarely unsuccessful.”
I chuckle.
“Let me know,” I say, hang up and put the phone aside. I lean onto the desk, my elbows on it and my hands in a triangle of authority with the fingertips touching in front of me.
“So,” I say, slowly, before I look at them darkly. And right this moment, I feel like I’m in an interrogation room. I am interviewing criminals to find out who the culprit is.
Only that I own this room now. I can do whatever I want. Not restricted by anyone's direction.
A smirk appears on my face.
“It has come to my attention that one of our vessels was flagged by the DEA,” I say, watching them closely. “The question is, which of you two gave the intel to them?”
One of the men explodes and shouts in Sicilian.
“English, please.”
“How dare you accuse us!” he shouts.
The other asks, “Why do you suspect us? Could have been anyone.”
