Chapter 168 All In

• The safehouse was quiet, but the energy buzzing around inside was anything but. Maps were pinned to boards, photos clipped with red string connecting names to locations, and Bishop's laptop was open with six different encrypted tabs. The con they just pulled off had given them more than a win. It had given them momentum.
• Ellerei sat cross-legged on the arm of the couch, flipping through one of the old ledgers they'd dug out of her father's archives. Her fingers stopped at a name she'd circled in red ink. "Santo Grimaldi. Ring any bells?"
• Decker, half-lounging in a kitchen chair with a peeled orange in one hand and a whiskey glass in the other, raised his brows. "That's the cigar-smoking bastard who runs the underground poker ring out of the old Neptune Hotel."