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

his hand.

“Seven days. Russos as witness.”

Damen took it.

“Seven days.”

Father Pasquali came down the side aisle and laid one hand on each man’s shoulder, murmuring a Latin blessing that had ended conversations like this one for longer than most of them had been alive.

When Damen stepped out of St. Steven’s onto Hanover Street, late-autumn sun spilled through continue reading …