Elena ran through the pre-dawn streets, the black ledger pressed against her ribs like a second heart. Her lungs burned. Her legs screamed. But she couldn't stop. Not until the evidence was safe. Not until Dante's sacrifice meant something.She found an all-night diner on the edge of Little Italy, the same greasy spoon where she'd made contact with Chen weeks ago. The booth in the back corner was still sticky with syrup, the jukebox still playing sad old Sinatra. She slid in, ordered black coffee she wouldn't drink, and pulled out the prepaid phone.Her fingers trembled as she typed.Proof secured. Full operation details. Ledger photos attached. Need extraction and warrant for Salvatore Moretti. This is the kill shot. Rossi.She attached the images of the lab, the powder, the shipping manifests, Salvatore's crown symbol on millions in illicit profit, and hit send.The response came three agonizing minutes later.Received. The Bureau is mobilizing. Hold position. Do NOT engage. Extract
Last Updated : 2026-03-27
