Ruthless Spring

“It turns out the Ramos have switched their port locations,” he informs her. “They no longer do business at the East Willow Port, they’ve moved all transports to Arncliffe Port. And I know for a fact that they have a shipment coming in at twelve o’clock tomorrow night.”

“And how concrete is this information, Giovanni?”

“You won’t find anything harder.”

Cressida’s lips press together. “If you’re lying-”

“I have no reason to.” Giovanni leans away from her, picking up his glass of water. His eyes meet mine over the rim as he takes a sip before he places the glass back on the table. “When you pull those birds, make sure their feathers are clean.”

Cressida lets out a humorless snort as she rises to her feet. “Of course,” she tells him. And then she’s leaving as quickly as she came.

I stare off after her, confused. I look back at Giovanni, finding him already watching me. “Who was that?” I ask.

“The FBI.”