LUCA

"We got the information back from the license plates. It was one of

Mario's men."

I swirled the whiskey around in my glass, concentrating on the way the glaring lights in the office touched the amber liquid. They hadn't seemed as harsh when Veda was the thing they adored.

Enzo was wasting energy running in here to tell me that. I didn't need proof. Who else would it have been? "I know."

He put his sunglasses on top of his head, pressed both palms into the desk, and leaned forward, his eyes hard on my face. "What are we going to do about it?"

"Nothing. I told her to...