Antonio had dragged me into his car in the parking lot, speeding off down the road.
I kept asking him questions, but I didn't get any real answers.
I thought about going to Shawn and having him look into Antonio Mario—if that was even his real name. But I couldn't do that. After all, Antonio had helped me numerous times, risking a lot for me. I didn't want him to end up as a wanted man.
Oh, right. Shawn had mentioned a dead New York mob boss—what was his name? Dario Bianchi? Sounded Italian. Maybe I should ask Antonio if he's heard of him.
And what about that Italian politician Antonio hinted at? A politician funding a mob? Were mobs funneling money for campaigns? It was all so complicated, way beyond anything I understood.
Antonio was a huge mystery. He was clearly keeping plenty of
