Palermo Styles hums under hot towels and bay rum. Don Mario Medeva sits in the barber chair like a judge at sentencing, while Francesco lays the St. Regis trail on the counter where everyone can see it.
Don Mario Medeva
Room 614, a handler, and a ledger. Good. That means this is not Benny’s hunger. It is someone feeding Benny.
Guiermo stands near Francesco’s shoulder, one hand still stained from the chest wound dressing, his eyes fixed on the hotel tag under the lamp. Joey Sagano sits tied hard to the chair, sweat darkening his collar.
Joey Sagano
I told you what I know. I am done. Let me walk away before Mr. D knows I spoke.
Francesco Fontaine
If he is behind this, I want the man, not the rumor.
Don Mario Medeva
Then we use the hotel lead. Quietly. We do not gut the whole city to catch one rat in a suit.
Medeva taps the note once, and the room tightens around that small sound. The path is clear now, from the dock ledger to the St. Regis, to the unseen hand moving against the Corvi.
✓ Quest Accepted
Win Don Mario Medeva’s trust