THE LITTLE GIRL ASKED TO SIT WITH A STRANGER—BUT HER MOTHER NEVER EXPECTED THE MAFIA BOSS TO RECOGNIZE HER FACE

it inside his coat against the inner pocket where his phone usually went.

“Thank you.”

Clara stood at the window and watched the SUV pull away.

For the first time in eight years, she was not afraid of him.

She was afraid for him.

Friday night, one hour before Marcus planned to drive a sedan with a small device in its trunk into the staff lot at Carney, continue reading …