I Sold Out a Mafia Boss

les'

leans back in his chair. He's never been one to lose his temper w

Martins says flatly. "Do you have any idea h

spect, sir, we didn't lose because of a lack of evidence. We lost b

make baseless accusations. We don't ha

elli's vehicles to the safe house. Financial records showing cash drops that don't match his business earnings. Witness testimony from all 35 girls

you didn't have enough to convince the grand jury. You gamble

not done. Inzaghi is still in play. Those

uts me off. "Thi

be serious. We're talking about 35 girls who went missing. One of w

rd to keep chasing shadows when the evidence isn't sticking. I've

're just going to

the victims. So I don't understand what makes you want to push harder." Martins says.

needing rest. This is about politics, isn't it? Someone high

tone, Gregory. You've made a name for yourself as the golden co

tand down while criminals like Borrelli and Inzaghi walk free. Even if the

dering you to stand down. Drop the case. Leave Ri

n't drop it?"

every other case-indefinitely. Don't make me

thers his papers and leaves the room. I'm alone now, but even as my

over. Not by

ardo

ick shut behind me. My shoulders ache,

r Isabella in her arms. The baby is sleeping ca

" she begins in a hushed tone, "why the fuck my father's na

e. "Isabella's asleep in your arms, yet

is pissed-at you and Angelo. He thinks what happened at the j

her think I'd deliberately drag him down? Doesn't he know t

Ricardo. He's convinced this was your doing-yours and Angelo's. You're l

l settled. Look, Antonella, I had

nts to know how his name ended up on the lips o

know that as well," I s

bedroom. But before I can

y father, Ricardo," she says,

oment, I consider turning around, saying somet

the door to the bedroom, I barely make it to the edge of the bed

"Luca," I say. "Tell

excitement in his voice,

Spill it, Luca. I'm not in

The lady who pimped some of those girls

"Hope she didn't get a chance to flee the country with he

was the senator's daughter. And no, she didn't get the chance to

ut before I can respond, Lu

have to tell you? I hate guessing gam

s daughter, Alma, has a little secret. She's c

o the p

Felicity," he says,

.." I say wi

It turns out her real name isn

to regret every second of it," I murmur, more to myself than to Luca. "Find her, bring her

od, Capo,"

up the