The sound of the rain was heavy outside the window of her cramped apartment. Elena Conti, a journalist investigating the mafia’s influence in Philadelphia. She sat in front of her computer, the rhythmic sound of her fingers tapping away on the keyboard synchronized with the sound of the rain battering on the window. Her apartment was very disorganized, mirroring the kind of life she lived, a life of chaos, the life of a woman who was always busy digging deep. There was a cup of coffee on the table, leftover biscuits, and dirty notepads.
Elena Conti was no ordinary journalist.
While other reporters chased stories that could make the headlines for only a day and be forgotten by the morrow, she dug and chased after stories that could get her killed. Stories that were worth telling even aft
