Chapter 13

The Commission met in the private dining room of the Drake Hotel. Five families. Five dons. And at the head of the table, Ivan Volkov, with his daughter at his right hand. Katya had gotten out of Matteo's custody during the chaos in Maine. She'd bought new pearls since then. Her smile was the same. The double doors opened. I walked in. Not in a paper gown. Not in a servant's apron. Black dress. Red lips. My mother's rosary around my wrist—Rocco had pulled it off the Jane Doe before the...