She looked at our wet clothes and our pale faces but didn’t say a word.

Adrian nodded to her and led me to a booth in the far corner, away from the windows.

We slid onto the cracked vinyl seats.

I put my hands against the radiator underneath the table, shivering violently.

Adrian took off his gloves and rubbed his hands together.

“Miller will be here soon,” he said.

“What happens when he gets here?” I asked.

“We sign the preliminary agreement,” Adrian said. “Then we set the trap.”

I frowned, looking at him. “What trap?”

“Leo doesn’t know I’ve contacted the feds,” Adrian said. “He thinks I’m still trying to run.”

Adrian reached into his inner pocket and pulled out a small black leather notebook.

It was the physical ledger.

The pages were filled with columns of numbers, dates, and initials.

“This is what Leo wants,” Adrian said, tapping the leather cover. “Without this, he can’t access the offshore accounts. He can’t pay the dock workers.”

“So you’re giving it to him?” I asked.

“No,” Adrian said. “I’m going to offer it to him.”