Chapter Five The Fall of Moretti

"How much do we have?" Ethan asked. "Legitimate explainable assets, one point eight million. Underground cash, a little over four million. Controlled revenue, twenty million annualized," Sophie said. "But street cash has a ceiling." Ethan looked at Manhattan's lights. "Then we go where there is no ceiling." Sophie understood. Wall Street. The fall of Moretti had ended. Russo's winter had just begun.