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

Vincent Moretti to the study.

Vincent arrived in a charcoal suit with a silver cane and the faint scent of expensive tobacco.

He had known Dante since Dante was a boy climbing the back stairs with scraped knees.

He had taught him how to read a balance sheet, how to recognize a liar, and how to bury a scandal before breakfast.

“You look terrible,” Vincent continue reading …