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

tower of the old gatehouse. Each had a clear line of sight to the Duca plot.

By eight, Lorenzo would have shooters in all three.

No one would move until he moved.

“And you?” Carmine asked.

“I will be in the casket,” Lorenzo said. “I will get out at the appropriate moment.”

No one laughed.

Not really.

Before dawn, Lorenzo went to the blue bedroom again.

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