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

promise.”

The next night, Greenwood Cemetery was a country of stones.

Fog rolled up from the harbor and drifted between obelisks and tilted marble crosses. The Duca mausoleum stood at the end of Cypress Avenue like a small Greek temple, its iron door opened for the first time in eleven years.

A black mahogany casket sat on trestles before it.

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