The hunt for Dante began in earnest that afternoon.
Dimitri and his teams tore through the intelligence that Marco had compiled, looking for patterns, for connections, for anything that would lead to where Dante was hiding.
They found him three days later.
In a safehouse in Jersey City. An abandoned warehouse that had been converted into a command center. With Dante inside, along with at least a dozen armed men, planning his next move.
***
The warehouse smelled like old concrete, rust, and the particular funk of men who'd been living in close quarters with minimal hygiene. Dimitri registered all of it as he walked through the entrance, his footsteps echoing through the cavernous space.
Alone.
No weapon in his hand. No backup waiting in the wings. Just him, walking into a space where Dante had at least a dozen armed men positioned around him.
It was a calculated move.
It was also insane.
