“Please mister, buy this painting so we can buy bread,” three dirty triplets begged. The billionaire mafia boss stared at the canvas, his heart stopping. The woman painted on it was the wife he mourned for years. With shaking hands, he pulled out a black card and whispered, “Take me to her.”

softly, dropping to one knee so I was at her eye level. “I am not doing this the old way.”

Her brow furrowed. “What does that mean?”

“It means I’m not sending hitters into the dark. I gave Frank Keller authorization to hand Victor’s financial ledgers over to the FBI. Including the ledgers that implicate me.”

Elena gasped. “You’re burning your own shields?continue reading …