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

door, out into the narrow alley behind the dumpsters.

Eli’s voice came through the phone.

“I have them. Go, go.”

A second car, staged two streets over for exactly this kind of night, pulled up to the mouth of the alley with its lights off.

They were inside in less than ten seconds.

The driver pulled away without burning the tires.

Behind them, two more shots continue reading …