C39 Chapter 39

Armando’s plan was already in motion. He leaned back in his sofa—a whiskey glass in hand—as he let his eyes drift across the sprawling night view of New York city

After a while, he picked up his phone, glanced at his watch, then dialed Matteo.

“Matteo,” he said, his tone casual but clipped. “She’s here?”

“Yes, boss.”

“Good. Bring her up.”

Minutes later