EVERY WOMAN RAN FROM THE MAFIA BOSS’S LOCKED EAST WING… UNTIL THE NEW MAID LOOKED AT THE BEAST BESIDE HIS BED AND SPOKE ITS REAL NAME

over imported tile. Somewhere outside, sprinklers clicked across the lawn like metronomes.

“I was raised around them,” Sarah said.

Elena did not smile. “This is not a Labrador situation.”

“I guessed that from the hazard pay.”

That almost got a reaction. Almost.

Elena Ferraro had managed the Valentino estate through three federal investigations, two internal continue reading …