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

entire Northeast arms market. I am out within six months.”

Callaway’s eyebrows drew together.

“Northeast.”

“Maine. New Hampshire. Massachusetts. Connecticut. Rhode Island.”

For a long beat, Callaway did not move.

That market was what he had pushed toward for twenty years.

“You are not serious.”

“I am.”

“That book is eighty million a year.”

“We are moving into continue reading …