I PULLED A MAFIA BOSS FROM A SINKING YACHT—24 HOURS LATER, HIS BODYGUARD BROUGHT $2 MILLION TO MY DOOR

and I sat on the sand with our fingers tangled together.

“He’s going to make it,” I said. “Really make it.”

“Yes,” Sandro said. “He is.”

That night, in the car, Danny fell asleep in the back seat, exhausted but smiling.

Sandro drove with one hand on the wheel and the other holding mine.

“What comes next?” I asked.

“I’ve been thinking about that. The Vitale continue reading …