"Marco’s still confirming."
Annoying. "Then work with him and confirm faster."
Ciro huffs a laugh. "I knew you'd say that."
I ignore him. "Find out who they are."
"I will."
"Who they're connected to, and whether they're connected to the leak."
The amusement disappears from his face. "That's what I was thinking too."
The room falls quiet, because neither of us believes in coincidences, not anymore. The restaurant was too specific, too convenient. Someone knew we wanted it; the question is how.
Ciro closes the folder. "I'll get answers."
"You'd better."
He grins and I groan as my door opens. Not a fucking moment of peace today. I look up and see Marco, he walks in carrying a thin folder. Not good. The thin folders are always worse than the thick ones.
Ciro notices it too and his grin disappears.
"What now?" he asks.
Marco closes the door behind him. "I found something."
I sit back in my chair. "Go on."
Marco drops the folder onto my desk. "A name."
I open it. Nico Romano, my eyes narrow. "Sal's brother?"
Marco nods. "Nico's worked distribution for seven years," Marco says. "Mostly transportation. Moving product between the Waterfront handoff points and the Seaport facilities."
I skim the file. I see that Nico has a clean record, he’s reliable, with no disciplinary issues, no missing money, nothing obvious. Which means nothing.
"What am I looking at?"
Marco folds his arms across his chest. "Timing."
The word hangs in the air, and I continue reading. Two incidents, two separate leaks, two separate operations. Nico appears in the overlap both times.
I look up.
"How long have you been sitting on this?"
"Two weeks."
That gets a raised brow from Ciro. Marco ignores him. "It wasn't enough."
I would've said the same thing, still might.
"What changed?"
"The pattern."
I glance back down at the file, it happened twice, that’s the pattern.
