Demetrio's POV
I sent three texts in under two minutes. Dominic first, my consigliere, with instructions to meet me in the city tomorrow morning at six. Then my capo, with orders to double security at every establishment by midnight, with specific attention to the ones that ran businesses the city's legal authorities did not need to know about. Then a separate instruction to assign additional coverage to my father, Georgiana, and Cellie.
Cellie specifically.
Her apartment building had one security camera at the front entrance that had not worked since February based on my last assessment, a fact I had noted and set aside as something to address and had not addressed quickly enough. Her movement patterns were consistent and therefore predictable. She walked the same routes, stopped at the same bodega, took the same two bus lines. She had no awareness of how readable that made her to someone who wanted to find her.
