In the dim glow of the office monitors, Matteo leaned forward, his eyes narrowing as he scrubbed through the grainy footage of the gate.
The black Porsche drove speedily to the gate, the driver got out and dropped the box in a fast and furious move, but the driver had been careless for a split second.
As the masked man reached out to drop the box, the collar of his hoodie shifted.
Matteo paused the frame. "Zoom in. Right there, the crook of the neck."
Nico manipulated the controls. The pixels smoothed out to reveal the faint but unmistakable ink tattoo silhouette of a cat.
"Vyacheslav Koshka," Nico whispered, the air leaving his lungs in a hiss.
"The Russians are at our door, fratello," Matteo said, his voice dropping into a lethal register.
"They aren't just knocking, they're marking territory," Nico countered, pacing the length of the rug. "We need to put Anastasia in the sublevel bunker. If Koshka is involved, this isn't a kidnapping threat, it's an execution."
