I shook my head. “The docks are crawling with Tony’s men.”

“Not just his men,” Victor said. “Miller is running the security there now.”

I knew the name.

Miller was Victor’s chief of security, a man who had served the syndicate for fifteen years.

“He went over to Tony?” I asked.

“Three days ago,” Victor said. “He took the dock patrols with him.”

I looked down at the wet pavement, my mind racing.

My superiors at the bureau wanted Victor in handcuffs, but they wanted Tony’s entire network dismantled even more.

If I brought Victor in now, Tony would scrub the servers at the terminal before we could get a warrant.

“An alliance,” I said, looking back up at him. “Temporary. Until we get those files.”

Victor gave a slow, grim nod.

“I just want my name clear before they put me in the ground,” he said.

“Don’t talk about the grave yet,” I said. “We still have to get past Miller.”

We walked down the canal path, keeping close to the shadows of the warehouse walls.