“I cannot,” I said. “Romano has routed this to every phone, computer, and screen in our network.”

“You are bluffing,” Tony said.

“Check your phone, Tony,” I said.

The guard by the sofa was already looking at his screen.

His face had gone completely pale.

“It is on the main channel,” the guard said, his voice shaking. “Everyone is watching this. The capos in the south. The guys at the harbor. Everyone.”

The television screen showed Tony signing a ledger.

“And those are the bank transfer records,” I said, pointing to the screen. “The ones showing where the money from the corrupt harbor police went.”

Tony’s hand began to tremble.

He reached for the pistol tucked into his waistband.

Before he could draw it, the glass of the balcony doors shattered.

A flashbang grenade bounced onto the rug, exploding in a blinding white light.

The sound was deafening.

I threw myself behind a heavy armchair.

Two figures in tactical gear burst through the shattered glass.

“Federal agents!” a voice screamed. “Down on the ground!”

Through the smoke, I saw Elena.