THE LITTLE GIRL SCREAMED “DON’T MARRY HER!” AT THE MAFIA BOSS’S WEDDING—AND HER ONE PHOTOGRAPH EXPOSED A DEADLY LIE

in both gloved hands.

Vincent saw her.

One shot cracked through the fog.

Vivian went down before she could fire.

Lorenzo did not kill Vieieri.

That would have been too easy.

He pulled out a slim phone and made one call.

“Agent Howerin,” he said calmly. “It is time. Greenwood Cemetery. The Duca plot. I am holding the gift we discussed. He is alive. He will continue reading …