Chapter 34
CHAPTER 34
V incent
Marco and Jack are back in my office.
“Jack here agrees with your theory on LeBlanc leaking the information on those old associations,” Marco starts.
I nod and pour a cup of coffee from the pot on the table.
Jack clears his throat. “I was able to hack into both of LeBlanc’s hotel security camera systems.” He spins his laptop. “They are both displaying live feeds on my computer.”
“Any activity so far?”
“Nothing interesting at the East Village property. But there’s been a fair amount of activity at the Washington Heights location. LeBlanc has been in and out of there all day, and he’s got friends with him.”
Jack flips to the footage of LeBlanc getting off an elevator and walking to a penthouse suite. A stocky man with black hair and olive skin is standing post outside the door.
“That doesn’t look suspect at all,” Marco comments.
“And there has been nothing at the other location?”
Jack shakes his head. “I even ran the license plates for the garage. LeBlanc hasn’t been there for more than a week, and his master key card hasn’t been used inside either.”
I look at my watch. Shit, traffic will be a nightmare soon. Looking at Marco, I tell him, “Have whoever we have in the area sit on the Washington Heights location. I want people in position if we get eyes on Rizutto.”
Marco sends off a series of rapid-fire texts and nods at me.
“Rizutto is the priority, we can mop up LeBlanc later.”
Both men nod.
“Marco, you better start that way, too. Send out his picture to the boys, but you’re more likely to recognize him than someone who has never met him before.”
“On the way, boss.”
“Sir, if you want, I can set my computer to clone the security feed to your cell. That way you have it on you without needing to go through me. Obviously, I’ll be monitoring, but it might be useful.”
“Good idea, Jack.” I hand over my phone. It takes him about fifteen minutes to download the software and ensure it’s working correctly. Then I hop into my navigator and start towards Washington Heights.
I shoot a message to Alessandro to give him the update and check in on Sarah.
What did Sarah say about the program?
They haven’t gotten here yet. Leo messaged and said traffic was shit.
Okay. Let me know when she gets there.
Will do.
I’ll give him this, traffic is shit. The closer I get, the more it drags. Even for New York, this is unusual.
My phone rings—a conference with Jack and Marco.
“Go,” I say.
“I have a positive ID on Rizutto at the Washington Heights location. Just got off the elevator and went into the penthouse we were watching earlier,” Jack reports.
“On it,” Marco says.
“How close are you?”
“Closer than you, brother, maybe fifteen out. There is a wreck in front of you that I just beat.”
“Fuck,” I mutter. “Don’t wait for me. Go get the bastard.”
“You got it, brother.”
I disconnect and start weaving my way through cars, leaving a trail of middle fingers and blaring horns in my wake.