The moment Donatello stepped out of the hospital room, he pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed Rafael. His voice was calm, steady, but there was an edge to it that left no room for argument.

“Rafael,” he said, low and controlled. “I need you to start watching Rosita. Every move she makes. Follow her, put men on her if you have to. I want a full report on everything. No mistakes.”

There was a pause on the other end, and Rafael’s tone was careful. “Understood. Should I report ...