I wish I could have taken the night shifts, but Fanucci comes more often in the daytime, so I opted to take more shifts then.

This was a big case for me, and I wasn't going to let a bit of hot weather ruin it. I huffed, wiping the water dripping down my face with my balled-up shirt.

After another unsuccessful day, I couldn't wait to get home.

"Look alive, men, a ships coming in". The manager in charge started barking orders.

Myself and the other workers hurried over to line up and unload the ship. I grabbed one crate and turned around. In the corner of my eye, I noticed a nice car parked on the docks.

It was a black Cadillac, much too fancy for anyone working here. A man emerged from the driver's side. He had blonde hair and fair skin. He wore a sharp black suit with shades covering his eyes.

It was Fanucci.

I made sure not to stare for more than a second. I couldn't risk coming across as suspicious, and I knew Fanucci was an observant man.

As I walked from the ship, I dropped the crate and headed back to get another one.

I was close enough to hear their voices but I couldn't make out what they were saying. The noise of the water and the ships made it convenient to have conversations in secret but difficult for someone to eavesdrop.

Fanucci was standing there talking with the manager for what seemed like a few minutes before getting back into his car and leaving.

It was over so quickly. I barely got a glimpse of him, let alone spoke to him.

I couldn't get discouraged so quickly. Our first encounter may have been disappointing, but I remembered one thing: Fanucci's number plate. I'll keep an eye out for it in the future.