THE MAFIA BOSS SLAPPED A SHY WAITRESS OVER A STOLEN WATCH — THEN SHE CALLED HER FATHER AND HE REALIZED HE HAD HIT THE WRONG GIRL

spoke.

Smooth. Cultured. Patrician. British, softened by decades in America. A voice without warmth, without panic, without wasted breath.

“Josephine,” the man said calmly. “It is past midnight in New York. You told me you would not use this line unless the sky was falling.”

Josie looked straight at Dominic.

“The sky just fell, Dad.”

The room changed.

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