Dante stood in the center of the war room, his hands flat on the table, and looked at the map spread before him.
It was studded with multiple colored pins reaching across all corners of the paper, and each color represented something different.
Something important.
The red pins marked Moretti properties, the blue pins marked routes, and the yellow pins marked shell companies, fronts, warehouses, anything tied to Tommaso's operation that they'd been able to identify in the last thirty-six hours.
Needless to say, there were a lot of pins.
But not enough.
Not nearly enough.
"We hit these first," Dante announced, his voice flat and cold. He tapped three red pins on the east side of the city. "Warehouses. Storage facilities. Places he thinks are secure because they're off the main grid. We burn them. All of them."
