I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo
"A pleasure."
I didn’t return the pleasantries. "Marco says you have something for me."
He smirked, setting his glass down. "Straight to business. I respect that." He pulled out a thin envelope from inside his jacket and placed it on the table between us.
I didn’t touch it. "Talk first."
The agent exhaled, leaning back. "Your instincts were right. There’s been a pattern in five major cities—Busan, Hong Kong, Los Angeles, Paris, and Miami. Mafia groups operating under different names, but all with one common factor: they’ve been watching you."