Mag-log inLenny's Pov
Sofia looked like she had not slept in two days.She was standing in my hallway in a coat she had clearly thrown on over pajamas. Her hair was half up and lying to the side.Mascara from what looked like the day before was smudged dark and heavy under both eyes. She had the look of a woman who had moved past the crying stage and was now running on something harder and considerably less stable."Where is he?" she demanded the second I oVincenzo's Pov The folder came through Luca on a Tuesday morning. He put it on the table in front of me without any introduction, which was the way he delivered things he already knew I wasn't going to receive well. I opened it and read. The men who had come after Lenny three weeks ago were not random. They were not a cartel with a general territorial interest in the building or the block. They were connected to a specific operation running out of the south corridor and the operation had a name woven through it from the beginning. Rico's name. "How direct is the connection," I asked. "Direct enough to be deliberate," Luca said. "He was feeding information about her movements to a contact on the south side. This goes back months, before you moved in." I looked at the page. "He was tracking her before I arrived." "Months before." "Why?" "Best current theory is leverage," Luca said. He pulled his chair closer and put his elbows on the table. "Someone upstream fr
Lenny's Pov When we got back home, he cleaned the cut above his eye at my bathroom sink while I sat on the counter and watched him. "You could have told me what tonight was before we got there," I said. "Would you have come?" "Probably not." "That's exactly why I didn't tell you before we got there." I handed him a piece of gauze from the kit under the sink. He pressed it above his eye and looked at me in the mirror. "You stayed the whole time," he said. "I did." "You didn't look away once." "No." He turned from the mirror to face me properly. "Most people look away, even the regulars. There's always a moment where they find the floor or their phone or anything else." "I'm not most people." "No," he said. "You really are not." He was standing close. Close enough that I could see the bruising from earlier layered underneath the newer marks from tonight. His knuckles were wrapped and swollen. He was looking at me with the same expression h
Lenny's Pov He didn't sit down. He stood in the middle of my apartment with his hands in his pockets and looked at me. "Everything," I said again. "Tonight." "I will tell you everything," he said. "Just not tonight." "That is the exact opposite of what I just asked for." "I know what you asked for." He took his hands out of his pockets. He was quiet for a moment. He looked around my apartment the way he sometimes did, like he was taking stock of everything in it. Then he looked back at me with something different sitting in his expression. "Come somewhere with me tonight," he said. "Come where?" "Somewhere I want to show you." "That is not enough information." "I know." He picked up my jacket from the chair by the door and
Vincenzo’s PovThe call from Dante came just after midnight.I stepped out into the stairwell to take it. Luca had the kind of decency that came from two years of working close enough together that he had learned when to look at the wall. But there were limits to how much I could ask him to sit beside me without it becoming a problem for both of us."Brother," Dante opened, with the warmth he only used when he was already three steps into something. "You've been very quiet lately.""I've been working.""Working." He let the word sit like he found it amusing. "There's a name circulating through certain conversations right now. I think you already know which name.""People talk," I said. "It's what people in this business do when they run out of useful things to occupy themselves with.""This particular conversation has your name sitting right beside it," he said. "And the question of
Lenny's Pov Sofia looked like she had not slept in two days.She was standing in my hallway in a coat she had clearly thrown on over pajamas. Her hair was half up and lying to the side. Mascara from what looked like the day before was smudged dark and heavy under both eyes. She had the look of a woman who had moved past the crying stage and was now running on something harder and considerably less stable."Where is he?" she demanded the second I opened the door."Good morning to you too, Sofia.""Lenny." My name cracked in the middle like brittle glass. "Where is Rico?"I stared at her, keeping my expression carefully neutral. "I don't know where Rico is.""He didn't come home." She pushed forward aggressively. I stepped back on instinct as she barged into my apartment uninvited, eyes darting wildly around the room like she expected to find him hiding behind the couch. "Two whole da
Lenny's Pov The morning came in slowly.Light pushed through the curtains in thin strips. Shadow was stretched out at the foot of the couch, breathing heavy the way he did when he was completely out. David's arm was around my waist. His chest rose and fell against my back, steady and even, like nothing outside this apartment had any claim on either of us.I lay there and didn't move.My brain was already running. I could feel it firing up the way it always did after something I couldn't take back. The part of me that had learned the hard way to look for the crack before the whole thing came down. Every good morning I had ever trusted had eventually shown me something I hadn't wanted to see. That was the pattern. I knew the pattern better than I knew most things.The problem was that I didn't feel afraid. I felt the opposite of afraid.That was the part I didn't know what to do with
Lenny's Pov I started writing things down. Not in an obvious way or a list titled things David Gale has lied to me about, though the thought had crossed my mind. Just a notepad on my kitchen table where I had been keeping track of job applications, and sometimes, in the margins, other things.
Lenny's Pov The rejection came at 9:04 in the morning.I was sitting at David's kitchen table with Shadow on my feet and a cup of coffee going cold beside me when my phone buzzed. I looked at the screen. The subject line said “Thank you for your application” which always me
Lenny's Pov He sat on the coffee table. I think he did it deliberately so I wouldn't have to lean across, so the distance between us while I worked would be manageable. He seemed to think about things like that without making it ob
David's Pov The man's name was Feretti and he had been skimming a collection route for nine months.He was zip-tied to a chair in a warehouse off the industrial strip, Luca was leaning against the far wall eating an apple with the patience of someone who had learned that si







