CHAPTER 17
DIFFERENT CONFERENCE ROOM, same s**t.
The meeting had already started by the time we got downstairs. Nate, Dan, Jed, Black, and Sam’s heads all swivelled around as Emmy opened the door. When I took my seat next to her, I was careful not to catch Sam’s eye as I tried to ignore the queasy feeling that came with eating half a kilo of chocolates in a small amount of time.
“Who’s that?” Emmy asked, nodding at the video screen.
This room, Padua, was a little smaller than Windsor, but the setup was similar. The person Emmy had enquired about was a shaven-headed man in his forties, caught in a candid shot as he boarded a boat.
“Alberto Bate,” Dan answered. “The cops in Florida have suspected his involvement in a people-smuggling operation for a while, but they’ve never been able to
