❦ Rosalind ❦
The silence stretched uncomfortably.
His face, though expressionless, still betrayed him. His nostrils twitched, and he fought the urge to break eye contact.
“Not exactly. I’m sure you know everything there is to know.”
“What is the largest money-making operation?”
“The gambling rings and underground casino.”
“Right. Then why do the Marinos and Contis so desperately want it? It can’t be for the money.” I insisted. They had their own assets and dealt in drugs and weapons.
Viktor had accused me of knowing something about the Grand Marlow, something important. I had a feeling it was the key to the entire mystery.
“It’s about power, Rosalind.” He drew up to his full height in his seat, setting down the pen with a quiet clink in its holder. “Power is not content. Everyone
