Phones rang through the bedroom while my capos shouted over one another. Federal warrants were moving. Accounts in the Caymans had vanished. Addresses of our safe houses had appeared on FBI servers.
I stood beside the open safe with Serena's ring box in my hand and heard only pieces of it.
I mobilized every asset I had left and put a ten-million-dollar bounty on the street for any information on her whereabouts.
I called in favors from senators and sicced my North American network on every airport, shipping port, and private airstrip from Miami to Montreal.
They found nothing. Serena had removed every usable trace.
For days, I lived on coffee and calls from lawyers. Authorities used Serena's evidence to take the empire apart account by account.
Former allies stopped answering me unle
