“Something in your voice tells me it’s not nothing.”
“If you see him, tell him to call me. Okay? Bye.” I hang up and dial Eleanora, my assistant. She should be in the office at thenightclub right now. It’s her job to know where everyone is at all times.
She picks up on the first ring too.
“Ciao, boss. How are you feeling?” she asks.
“Better. Do you know where Salvatore is by any chance?” I force my voice to stay neutral.
“Yes. He left the club about forty-five minutes ago. He got an urgent message on his phone. He said he had to check something at the East Port warehouse.”
“Okay. Thanks. Bye.” I hang up and look at Dominic. “Salvatore went to East Port.” I open the drawer and take out my gun.
“What’s the problem?” Dominic looks from the gun to me.
“Salvatore shouldn’t even be going to East Port. An executive decision was made to move everything to South Port temporarily because of the shooting. Nothing is being delivered to East Port. And Eleanora said that he got a sudden call forty-five minutes ago and hurried out.”
“That sounds suspicious to me.” Dominic muses.
“Exactly,” I grab my coat and I’m about to put it on when he snatches it out of my hands. “What?”
Dominic doesn’t say anything, just opens up my coat and helps me put it on.
“Thank you,” I stammer, taken aback by his act of kindness.
“Let’s go. I’ll drive.” He grabs my arm and we head for the door.
My heart pounds as we get into the Maserati. Dominic pulls out of the compound.
Bruno said the bishop watches from within, but it’s clear someone is watching and waiting for the bishop.
Chapter twenty-one
Idon’t know why I’m panicking. After all, I never got a chess piece indicating a bishop was going to be killed next. But Salvatore sneaking off to East Port just doesn’t feel right.
Dominic presses down hard on the gas, accelerating the car as we merge onto the highway.
Pressing Salvatore’s name in my contacts, I call his phone again.
Voicemail.
Fuck.
Swiping to the message, I text Eleanora.
Me: Did Salvatore say why he was going to East Port?
Eleanora: No, Boss. He said it was personal.
“If someone was going to kill him, I would expect it to be in the middle of the night, not at two in the afternoon.” Dominic cuts into the adjacent lane. A horn blares behind us. He flips them off and takes the off-ramp toward the shipping yards.
“The place is currently an abandoned shipyard. It doesn’t matter what time it is, anyone can get murdered and no one would be the wiser.”
“Do we even know if someone wants him dead?” Dominic glances in the rearview mirror. “You didn’t get a chess piece.”
“No,” I reply. “But it doesn’t mean one won’t appear, and his phone being off in the middle of the day is enough for me.”
Dominic nods. “We should’ve brought backup.”
