THE WAITRESS’S NECKLACE MADE THE MAFIA GRANDMOTHER COLLAPSE IN TEARS — AND EXPOSED A LOST HEIR EVERYONE THOUGHT WAS DEAD

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“Airtight,” Dante said. “Thermal sensors active. Nobody sneaks onto this mountain without me knowing what they had for breakfast.”

His gaze shifted to Elena as she stepped out of the Escalade, shivering in her waitress uniform. He looked her over clinically: the missing blouse button, the cheap shoes, the defensive hunch of her shoulders.

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