CHAPTER TWELVE
Enzo didn't start with the night itself.He started three weeks before it.I sat across the table from him with my hands flat on my father's file and I listened to every word without moving and without looking away because I was my father's daughter apparently and patience…the quiet dangerous kind…ran in my blood whether I had known it or not.
Three weeks before the night he died my father had finally collected the last piece…not just evidence against Vittorio's operation. Not just transactions and locations but something that connected Vittorio directly to three government officials.
Two judges. A police commissioner. People with power so legitimate and so deeply embedded that nobody had ever dared touch them.
Untouchable people.
People who had been Vittorio's shield fo
