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

the documents were back in the briefcase, Eli stood and paused.

“Boss, you are walking from a kingdom of two hundred men to a wooden house in Cambridge.”

“I am.”

“You are sure?”

Damen looked through the doorway.

In the next room, Lily sat on the rug reading aloud to Clara, one hand over her heart in the dramatic way she did when a story got good.

“One hundred continue reading …