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

Mommy didn’t like him.”

Lorenzo tapped the photograph.

“Vincent.”

Vincent bent close.

His breathing changed.

“That is Lorenzo Bianchi,” he said quietly. “Vieieri’s right hand.”

“Find him,” Lorenzo said.

By nightfall, they had him.

Bianchi sat in a warehouse near Red Hook under one hanging work light. His hands were not tied. His face was not marked. He had continue reading …