o stood at the bar, talking to one of Dominic's enforcers. Vince looked the same as he always did-confident, easygoing, like he had nothing to hide. But Matt knew better. He had seen the signs. Mir

t tonight." Miriam leaned against the bar. "We weren't. But I was in the neighborhood. Thought I'd say hi." Vince chuckled. "You never just say hi." Matt studied him. "You've been hard to reach lately." Vince took a sip of his drink, his expression carefully neutral. "Just handling business." Matt exchanged a glance with Miriam. Wrong answer. If Vince was handling business, it should've been through the family. Before Matt could pre