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

Lily’s drawing on the pew between them.

Three figures in colored pencil.

A small house.

Our house.

Callaway looked at it.

He did not touch it.

Damen said quietly, “You had a family once. You know.”

Callaway closed his eyes.

He had buried one son in 1989 and another in 2001. His wife had died of cancer five winters ago in their Hyde Park bedroom. He had not continue reading …