Chapter 174

The musty air inside the warehouse was thick with dust and diesel fumes. Shafts of sunlight slipped through the cracks in the rusted ceiling, cutting across crates of firearms marked with foreign stamps. Lorenzo adjusted the cuffs of his black linen shirt, stepping around a crate with slow, measured confidence.

Matteo stood at his side, expression unreadable, arms crossed, and a Glock holstered be