“Corrado has been looking for a way into my docks for six months.”

“What does that have to do with Paul?” I asked.

“Paul saw my car,” Vincent said. “He saw the men I sent to your street.”

My heart began to beat even faster.

“He knows you are with me now,” Vincent said.

“He doesn’t know who you are,” I said, trying to convince myself. “He just thinks you’re some guy.”

“He’s stupid, but he isn’t blind,” Vincent replied.

He turned around to face me.

“My plates are registered to a holding company.”

“If he took those numbers to the right people, they would tell him exactly who owns the car.”

The radiator hissed again, filling the silence.

“He would sell me out,” I said.

“He would sell his own mother to clear his ledger,” Vincent said.

I stood up and walked to the window, standing a few feet away from him.

The streetlights below smeared yellow across the wet asphalt.

“We have to find him,” I said.

“My men are already looking,” Vincent said.

“But New York is big,” I said. “And if he went to Corrado…”