A mafia billionaire freezes at a painting he thought depicted a dead woman—until three starving triplets reveal a truth that changes everything

phone, his hand damp with sweat.

“Find three little girls,” he instructed the man who answered. “Triplets. Six years old. Somewhere in Boston. Find them before Russo does.”

“What do you want done when we find them?”

Malcolm stared out at the black water beyond the warehouse windows.

“All four,” he said. “No witnesses.”

For the next nine days, two hunts continue reading …