LOGINRuby POVMy boot skidded on the wet planks at the end of the pier, and I grabbed a fistful of Lucio’s sleeve to stay upright without slowing down.He did not slow either. He dragged the cab door open on his side, and I scrambled up into the passenger seat while the engine was still catching.Lucio took the harbour road far too fast. I braced one gloved hand against the dashboard and held his scarf closed at my throat with the other, and my heart kept pace with the engine the whole way along the seafront.The cold store gate stood wide open when we reached it. The chain lay cut through beside the gatepost in the slush, with the padlock still hanging off one end of it.Inside, the yard was full of headlights. A Lovato truck had backed in across the loading bay with one of the Moretti trailers half-hitched to its rear coupling. In front of it, Beppe and two of the Moretti drivers stood nose to nose with three Lovato men in blue overalls. One of the Lovato men held a tyre iron half hidden
Lucio POV“Then Cesare can explain why his stamp is on a release nobody in that yard signed.”I got the words out before Ruby could move. Across from me, she had gone white to the lips. Her gloved hand had come down on the booking and stayed pressed there, as if the paper might blow away, and under the table her boot had gone rigid against mine.Mr Lovato did not even blink. “Cesare has a lawyer.” He looked at me over the rim of his glass. “My daughter has a truck driver.”At the end of the bar, Enzo Galli laughed through his toothpick.I leaned back in my chair. “A truck driver who reads the paperwork. Which is more than I can say for some people at this table.”Mr Lovato’s eyes narrowed. He had broken men on the docks over smaller insults than that, and everybody in the Circolo knew it.All day I had watched Ruby take hits: Rizzo’s questions, Cesare’s lies, and her sister on that step in front of the whole street. None of them had bent her. This one did. Her shoulders came down, her
Ruby POVThrough the outer window of the gatehouse, I watched Lucio stop halfway down the steps with his phone pressed hard against his ear. His free hand closed into a fist at his side.I had the door open before he lowered the phone.“Who was that?”He turned round slowly and did not answer straight away. The silence alone made my stomach drop.“Your father.”The cold came in past him through the open door. Over by the grey truck, Beppe had given up pretending to look at his coffee.“What does he want?”“Me.” Lucio pushed the phone into his jacket pocket. “Tonight, at the Circolo Nautico. Alone.”“He didn’t ask for me.”“He was very clear about that.”“Then he’ll be surprised.”Lucio came back up the step until he stood in the doorway, close enough that I had to tip my head back to look at him. “He rang me. If you walk in at my side, he’ll think I brought you there to make a point.”“You did bring me. You’re my driver.”“I’m your driver until you deliver.” His jaw set hard. “After t
Lucio POV"Let go of me, Ruby!" Vittoria's voice rose high and bright, pitched for the balconies. "You're hurting me."Through the open window of my cab, I could see Ruby's fist closed on the end of the grey scarf. She had not pulled on it. Her arm hung perfectly still between them, and the wool had not even tightened against her sister's neck.Vittoria's eyes filled anyway. Tears ran down her cheeks, and nothing else in her face moved. Her mouth stayed soft, and her forehead stayed unlined, as if the crying belonged to somebody standing behind her.I had watched plenty of drivers lie to me over fuel receipts. None of them had ever been this good at it.On the second-floor balcony, the woman in the dressing gown leaned out over her rail. The café owner stepped off his doorstep and stopped at the curb, wiping his hands slowly on his apron.Ruby's voice stayed low and level. "Take it off.""Papà gave it to me.""Mamma made it for me. Papà can't give away what was never his.""You're ups
Ruby POV"Go on, Ruby." Cesare's voice carried over the younger officer's shoulder. "Tell him."Rizzo waited with his pen resting on the open notebook. Behind him, the gate guard had stopped stamping his feet, and Pace stood frozen in the office doorway with his mug halfway to his mouth.I did not know. That was the truth, and it was the worst answer I had.In my first life, Papà had never spoken that container number out loud. He had stayed silent about it even in July, when the grid was failing and men were fighting each other over generators outside the fuel depot. I had always taken his silence to mean he never knew. Standing in that yard, with Rizzo's pen waiting, I could not remember why I had ever been so sure.My stomach gave a slow, heavy turn."Ask him on Monday." I kept my eyes on Rizzo and my chin up. "I'd like to hear his answer myself."Rizzo studied me over the top of the notebook. Then he wrote one short line and underlined it. "Then I'll expect him at the station with
Ruby POV“Whose truck is this?”The older officer had walked straight past Cesare to the end of the row, and he rapped his knuckles twice on the empty chassis behind Lucio’s cab.“Mine.” Lucio was already walking toward him, with his hands out of his pockets where everyone could see them. “Lucio Moretti. Moretti Haulage, Castelmare.”The officer was grey at the temples, with RIZZO stitched on the front of his jacket. His younger partner had a notebook out and was copying down the number plate.Cesare came up behind them with the release form held high. “This is a Lovato Freight collection, and I’m the broker of record. Moretti drove in and parked across my truck, so his men could take the load.”“His men?” Rizzo looked up and down the row of containers. “Where are they?”“On their way, probably,” Cesare shook his head and dropped his voice, the same friendly voice he had used on Pace. “Look, I’m sorry you’ve been dragged out for this. The woman with him is my fiancée. We’ve had a bad







