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. TWO HOURS LATER, I’d dropped off my car at a repair shop and borrowed Bishop’s obnoxious yellow Mustang to meet Renzo Donati at an office by the docks. Each of the Five Families specialized in specific fields. The Moretti family was all about the blue-collar worker—steel plants, teamsters, and dockworkers. Renzo’s father, Agostino, was the head of the organization. The Don or boss or whatever they wanted to call it. I would have liked to have spoken with him, but an audience with the boss was rare. I would have to make do with his son, the underboss. I’d never met the man before, but my first impressions assured me he and I spoke the same language. In fact, the perceptive gleam in his eye reminded www.ajpdf.com me of Keir. Renzo was shrewd. That was clear from the expensive cut of his de
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