Chapter 10: The Worst Best Night of My Life

I took it to Rafe at one in the morning. He looked at the page for a long time. Then he said the name I hadn't wanted to say out loud. "Carmine." His father's best friend. His brother's consigliere. The man who had signed the check for both funerals. "Serafina Ferraro is his cousin," Rafe said, very quietly. "If Matteo goes to the Ferraros, Carmine runs Red Hook by summer." He set the paper down with enormous care, like it might go off. "He bought himself a stalker. He aimed a man at you,...