On hearing that, the tiger turned, growling loudly, a sound that almost sent her flying to the ground as her chair screeched back in panic.
"Shhh..." El-Romano calmed Bruno on his seat, shushing the beast by rubbing its fur.
"I see," He raised a brow, returning his attention to Carla whilst still comforting his pet.
"And what is it that you know about him?" El-Romano tested her, waiting for an answer.
Carla swallowed, thinking of the perfect lie to start with.
She licked her lips nervously before speaking.
"Maverick moves products through the eastern docks mostly," She began, mixing half-truths with assumptions.
"And... he has connections in the police force too. That's how he avoids raids."
El-Romano swirled the wine in his glass without reacting. Encouraged by the silence, Carla continued quickly.
