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Charlie
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OF COURSE, WHEN I finally confronted my father again about Cody, he remained firm on the notion that he didn’t have anything to do with our breakup. I also asked him about the Mafioso.
“I’m not involved with that bunch,” he replied sternly. “Why? Did you get another phone call?”
“No. I’ve just heard rumors that you’ve been doing business with them.”
“Lies.” His eyes narrowed. “Who’s been feeding you this garbage?”
I’d promised Tank not to mention his name so I left him out of it. “It doesn’t matter. Is it true?”
“I just told you it’s not. I know many people, some aren’t saints, but that doesn’t mean I’m in league with them. In my line of work, I meet all kinds of characters, Charlotte. Unfortunately, being in the same room, or hell, restaurant with them, will br
