Matt sat in the dimly lit VIP section of La Notte, a nightclub that doubled as a business front. The bass from the speakers vibrated through the floor, but his focus was locked on Vince Moretti, who stood at the bar, talking to one of Dominic's enforcers.
Vince looked the same as he always did—confident, easygoing, like he had nothing to hide. But Matt knew better. He had seen the signs.
Miriam slid into the booth beside him, setting down a glass of whiskey. "You sure about this?" she asked, her voice low.
Matt watched as Vince checked his phone, fingers moving fast across the screen. "Not yet," he admitted. "But I will be."
Miriam sipped her drink. "Then let's get an answer."
Before he could stop her, she was already walking toward Vince.
Matt swore under his breath and followed. Miriam was fearless, but sometimes that made her reckless.
Vince looked up as she approached, his easy smile faltering for half a second before he masked it. "Miriam," he greeted, then nodded at Matt. "Didn't know you two were coming out tonight."
Miriam leaned against the bar. "We weren't. But I was in the neighborhood. Thought I'd say hi."
Vince chuckled. "You never just say hi."
Matt studied him. "You've been hard to reach lately."
Vince took a sip of his drink, his expression carefully neutral. "Just handling business."
Matt exchanged a glance with Miriam. Wrong answer. If Vince was handling business, it should've been through the family.
Before Matt could press him further, Vince's phone vibrated. He glanced at the screen—too quickly, like he didn't want them to see—and shoved it into his pocket.
Miriam smirked. "Something important?"
Vince's jaw tensed. "Nothing I can't handle."
Matt leaned in. "Then let's talk. Just you and me."
Vince hesitated. Just for a second. But it was enough.
The first mistake.
Matt knew then—Vince was hiding something.
And that meant he was running out of time.