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

black sedan near Lily’s elementary school with a notebook open on his knee.

He had sketched the building.

Side door.

Dumpster bay.

Crossing guard sightline.

Pickup times.

He underlined one time twice.

At seven that Wednesday, Clara stepped into Moringo for the second time in two weeks.

The hostess did not ask for a name.

She led Clara through a side door and continue reading …