| 19 | Beauty & Madness

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What a complete fucking waste of my entire morning. I just drove for hours and wasted two more for jack shit.

Not that I expected much. But, am I the idiot for thinking these people would be able to help me in some way?

They're the big bosses. They call the shots. But apparently I'm asking too much because I'm expecting they'll locate that fucking shipment soon. This weekend, preferably.

Both the daily and the updated weekly logs say that the missing container was lodged onto one of their ships. A pretty old freighter. But now they can't seem to find any record of that cargo ever leaving the ship.

“Torniamo a Trentino?” [Are we going back to Trento?] Fico opens the door to the passenger seat and regards me with squinting eyes. He smells like an ashtray, like always. But he's someone I can trust with my life.

“Sì.” [Yes.] I glare at the tall buildings in front of us. The dewy, crisp morning air doesn't do anything to lull the urge to hit something. I pinch the brid