“This wasn’t my business,” Rocco replied. “Someone used my name to hurt families with children. I need proof they were victims.”
There was a long pause.
—Send me the addresses —Maria said—. I’ll have social services check on them tomorrow.
“We’ve already arranged food, medical care, and repairs,” Rocco said. “But they’ll need protection from retaliation.”
“Rocco… what exactly are you doing?”
“What I should have done the moment someone used my reputation to let children starve.”
Vice arrived exactly one hour later.
He carried a thin folder and wore the practiced smile of a man hoping to talk his way out of trouble.
Rocco’s office occupied the entire top floor of the building. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the port.
Vice had been there many times before—but tonight, he hesitated at the door.
—Sit down —Rocco said without looking up.
Vice obeyed, placing the folder on the desk.
“Boss, if this is about the Thompson situation, I can explain.”
“Go ahead.”
Vice cleared his throat.
“Six months ago, the husband came to me desperate for money. He said his wife was pregnant and needed cash for medical expenses. I told him we don’t usually give personal loans, but he kept begging. I offered him a deal—20% interest.”
Rocco finally lifted his eyes.
“Show me the documents.”
Vice slid the file across the desk.
Rocco examined it carefully.
The signature looked convincing. The terms appeared legitimate.
Except for one detail.
—Vice—Rocco said quietly—. What’s today’s date?
