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

monastery outside Florence flickered in tall crystal holders, even in daylight. The south garden smelled of jasmine, bergamot, expensive perfume, and cold money.

The dons of Chicago sat beside the dons of Las Vegas.

A capo flown in from Palermo whispered to a federal judge.

Two senators, a former governor, and the silver-haired widow of a man who had continue reading …