THE LITTLE GIRL ASKED TO SIT WITH A STRANGER—BUT HER MOTHER NEVER EXPECTED THE MAFIA BOSS TO RECOGNIZE HER FACE

unmarked car on the Mass Pike, Damen dialed a fresh number.

“Marcus is in the back of a Boston police car with everything he had on you.”

Vincent Callaway said nothing for a long while.

Damen continued.

“Tomorrow. Ten in the morning. St. Steven’s. You and me. We talk.”

“You have nerve, kid.”

“It is not nerve. It is that I have something you want more than continue reading …