Two years later.
From my office in Geneva, I watched swans cross the lake below the snow-dusted Alps. The room smelled of pine and cold water, nothing like Manhattan.
The assets in my independent trust had funded Rossi Global Consulting, now the most sought-after anti-money laundering firm in Europe.
We advised governments and corporations on how to starve the criminal networks I had once kept alive. Our profits funded orphanages across the continent, each named The Maria House.
Alex Vance, now my full partner, walked in without knocking. After two years of working together, he had stopped bothering. A tablet was tucked under his arm.
“It’s hit the New York papers,” he said, placing it on my desk.
The headline read: *Fallen Don Sings, Walks Free After Two Years. Moretti Betrayal Dism
