Damon
“Leads? I asked the burly man who jogged up to me, named Miguel.
"No, sir," he said with a slight bow. "But there's word from the Ravildis. They said the Ricolettis have moved to take over the harbor. It's not just that, sir. There are representatives from the upper cities here, and they want to see you."
I put my hand on my chin as my mind swirled with possibilities. "Who are they?" I asked Miguel.
"It's not just from the six families, sir. What time?"
"In 2 days. The meeting is in 2 days."
"Call the Italian Mafia. I don't want this to end in a bloodbath."
"Yes, sir." Miguel walked off with brisk footsteps, and now I just needed to hear word about Cassandra. As if on cue, I received Frank's phone call.
"I'm hoping it's good news," I said.
"I've got good news and I've got ba
