She Hid in the Mafia Boss’s Closet. At Dawn, He Learned She Had Been There Before.

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## Part Three: Ghosts With Keys

Morning came pale and uneasy.

The Russo mansion did not wake like ordinary houses.

It assembled itself.

Guards changed posts.

Kitchen staff moved in practiced quiet.

Phones buzzed behind closed doors.

Cars idled beneath the portico.

The house resumed its performance of order, but beneath it ran a current of fear.

Dante felt continue reading …