Eden
Day One
The comandante ordered, “Dispose of the body.”
comandanteOn the island that had been called Eden for more generations than he could count, the leader of the Sons of Adam stood at the end of a small jetty not far from the colorful faux-fishing village that was his home. His fingers clenched tighter around the disposable phone at his ear.
“She was an American,” the Bari captain of police replied. “You know they’ll come sniffing around.”
The comandante’s hackles rose at the pushback and he took a deep drag from his cigar. He was still new in the leadership role, but watching his weak grandfather and weaker father try to tread water against the recent flood of change had motivated him toward aggressive measures once his old man was gone. Some of the group’s long-standing pa
