We leave the apartment and head down to the car. It’s difficult to know what to feel about everything that just happened.
So I choose instead to feel nothing.
Giuseppe is waiting for us in the car when we come out. Levi and I climb into the back seat, and we pull away into the night.
“Everything go okay?” I ask Giuseppe.
I can see him nod in the rearview mirror. “That old lady is two hundred dollars richer and won’t say a damn word to nobody, boss,” he replies.
That is done with, then. Time for errand #2.
When we reach our destination, we pull up outside the docks and climb out. Giuseppe flashes his high beams twice. On cue, the Albanian car pulls out of the darkness. The door opens. Levi and I exchange a look before we get out of our car and climb inside theirs.
This is the real bu
