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

the books. Nothing through anyone but you.”

He slid a folded slip of paper across the table.

Clara’s address.

“Plain clothes. Distance. You report to me only.”

Eli took the paper, read it once, and put it inside his jacket.

Across the river, in the basement of his South End rowhouse, Marcus opened a locked drawer and lifted a burner phone.

“Vance has a daughter,continue reading …