Black Mamba looked at him.
"Are you Italian?"
Conti nodded.
"Minister of Internal Affairs. Mario Conte."
Black Mamba smiled.
Smiled faintly.
"The Minister of Internal Affairs interrogates me in person? I've got quite the reputation."
Conti said nothing.
He walked to the table and sat down.
"Mr. Diawlo, do you know how many Chechens you've sent into Europe?"
Black Mamba looked at him.
"Three hundred."
Conti squinted his eyes.
"Do you know where they are now?"
Black Mamba shook his head.
"I don't know."
Conti stared at him.
"You don't know?"
Black Mamba looked back at him.
"I'm just the delivery guy. Once they're delivered, it's out of my hands."
Conti was silent for a few seconds.
Then he stood up, walked over to Black Mamba.
"Mr. Diawlo, how much cargo do you still have?"
Black Mamba said nothing.
Conti looked at him.
"If you don't tell me, I can find out anyway."
Black Mamba raised his head.
"Then go find out."
