The operations map of the Russo estate was spread across Dante's desk.
Every entrance. Every exit. Every guard rotation. Every security camera. Every patrol pattern. Dante had been gathering this intelligence for months, long before he'd even thought about orchestrating Isabella's escape. Information was currency in his world, and he'd learned early that the most valuable information was the kind you gathered before you needed it.
Luca was studying the map with the same focused intensity that Dante brought to it.
"The eastern gate," Luca said, pointing to a section of the estate's perimeter that was less heavily guarded than the others. "That's the extraction point."
"Already confirmed," Dante said. "The guard there is ours. Has been for three weeks."
Luca looked up sharply.
"You turned a Russo family guard?" Luca asked. "When?"
