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

He had looked at Maria Santos for six months.

She had polished his silver, poured his coffee, passed him in hallways with lowered eyes.

She was older than the women he usually employed, yes.

There had been something familiar in the way she tilted her head when thinking.

Something in the set of her mouth.

But grief had trained him not to look too closely continue reading …