Chapter 6

Rocco stared at me like I'd lost my mind. "You're going to what?" "Die. Officially. Publicly. Permanently." I sat up on the cot. "If I run, Matteo hunts me. If Ava Russo is dead, nobody hunts a ghost." "And how exactly do you plan to fake a death in a house full of mafia?" "The family morgue." I held his eyes. "You've got a Jane Doe from the Lawndale job. Female. My height. Nobody claimed her." He went quiet. Then: "We'd need a fire." "Then we'll need a fire." "And Leo?" "Leo comes with...