“Drive,” I said.

The car moved smoothly through the slick streets.

The city was dark, the neon signs of the coastal docks reflecting off the wet asphalt.

In the distance, the high-rise corporate headquarters stood like a black monolith against the clouds.

The top floor was fully lit, a beacon of yellow light in the storm.

“The traffic is light,” Romano observed.

“They are all at the party,” I said. “Tony wanted a crowd.”

“He always liked an audience,” Romano said. “Even when he was a boy.”

“I should have seen it then,” I said. “The way he looked at the money.”

“We see what we want to see,” Romano said.

We drove in silence for ten minutes.

The earpiece crackled.

“I am approaching the main gate,” Elena’s voice said. “The guard is stopping me.”

I leaned forward, watching the entrance of the high-rise appear through the rain-streaked windshield.

We pulled into the alleyway opposite the shipping entrance.

I could see the glass lobby of the headquarters from here.

Elena’s SUV had stopped at the security barrier.

Two guards in dark uniforms approached her window.