Chapter 5

Luca didn't stop looking for answers. Within a week, he'd exhausted every contact, every favor, every threat in his arsenal. His men couldn't penetrate the Calabresi compound. His informants went silent. Even the corrupt police captain he kept on payroll shrugged and said, "The Calabresis don't leak, Don Valentini. You know that." What tortured him most—Marco told me this with something almost like sympathy—was that he couldn't understand why I'd left. "She had everything," Luca apparently...