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r was always locked. The security camera in the hallway was always active. For f

e lock with a hairpi

guards were at their posts, the household staff had gone home, and Vince wa

kshelves that held more ledgers than literature. A massive mahogany desk dominated the center of the room. Behi

ith the fil

he Cayman Islands, shell companies in Delaware, real estate ho

ticians. Thank-you notes from judges. A Christmas card

ion safe built into the cabinet itself. I tried the family birthday. The

ut--the one from 2011 that the Rossi family had b

e click

dated 1972. It was written in Vince's grandfather's handwriting, a neat, precise script tha

executions, documented in meticulous detail. The

olding. This ledger was a map to every unsolved murder connected to the Moretti f

Then I put the ledger bac

one buzzed. A text from Vince: *"D

with the Commission, his future wife was systematically

loop of the empty hallway, and was in bed with the ligh

melling of wine and cigar smoke.

ning in the cloud storage that only I could access. I had gone from being a b

aisle and become Carmela Moretti. Instead