The front door opened, and Enzo stepped out on his stoop. A man joined him. I looked through the papers I’d printed out, my mouth tugging into a frown.

“Giancarlo. The brother.” I tapped the paper and glanced up at them. “Where are you two going?”

They walked down the steps together and disappeared into what I recognized as Enzo’s car. Sliding down in my seat, I watched as Enzo took off down the road. When he was out of sight, I sat for a few minutes longer, but I couldn’t wait forever. It was now or never.

I slid out of the car and pulled my jacket around me. The cool, fall air was biting at my skin as I waited around the stoop. Another minute ticked by before a mom walked out of the building chastising a little blond boy behind her. I smiled at them and slipped into the building. According to the file, Enzo’s apartment was on the top floor. The man had an obsession with heights.

The elevator carried me up to the top, and I stepped out as I searched for his number. Clearly, the apartments were bigger on this floor because there were only two doors. Number 745 was his. I pulled out my lock-picking kit and set to work. As the tumblers moved and time ticked by, sweat collected on my brow. The sound of the door unlocking made me want to jump up and punch the air. I gripped the knob and let myself inside.

“Woah.”

The place immediately had a homier feel than the hotel room I’d been taken to. Inside there were family photos on the walls, and something smelled delicious in the kitchen. I made my way there and peeked at the crockpot that was bubbling away. What’s he making? I was tempted to take off the top and inspect it, but I forced myself to leave it alone. I moved past the kitchen.

Down the hallway was a bathroom and a guest room, or at least I guessed that’s what it was. The room was bare except for a bed, dresser, and television set, but there was nothing personal there. I took a set of wrought iron stairs up to the second floor and found a bedroom. Attached to it was an office.

“Bingo.”

I let myself into his office and rifled through his papers. What I was looking at looked legit. Building projects, an architecture firm, a development start-up. All legitimate businesses to hide the shady shit that they did. But it wasn’t going to get me anything.

I walked to the computer and booted it up. A box asked for a password. Immediately, I dialed Chelsea.

“Yo,” she said. “You in?”

“Yeah.” I sat down and pulled out the USB she’d given me. “What do I do again?”

“Easy. Plug in the USB and restart the computer. Enter the BIOS by pressing F2 or the delete key. Under Boot options, set removable devices with boot sequence priority over the hard drive. Save the settings and reboot the computer.”