“You know I can’t let you do that with the books,” Leo said.

“I have the books with me,” Adrian said. “They’re yours. Every account, every contact. I just want enough cash to get out, and your word that you’ll leave us alone.”

A low laugh came through the speaker.

“You have my word, Adrian,” Leo said. “We’re family, after all.”

“We meet tonight,” Adrian said. “At the old warehouse on 47th.”

“Come alone,” Leo said.

“I will,” Adrian said.

He hung up the phone before Leo could say anything else.

He looked at Miller.

“You heard him,” Adrian said. “Set up the wire.”

Miller nodded, taking the folder back.

“We’ll have a team inside the warehouse,” Miller said. “But you’re going in there without a vest, Adrian. If he suspects anything, we won’t have time to stop him.”

“I know,” Adrian said.

He looked down at his hands, then up at me.

The light from the neon sign outside flickered, casting long shadows across his face.

My phone suddenly buzzed in my pocket.

I pulled it out, expecting a news alert.