I couldn't stop looking at the photograph.
June 12, 2008.
Six days before everything supposedly went wrong.
My father stood beside Richard Romano, holding the small dark object.
The key.
Or whatever it was.
Adrian stood on the other side of them.
And Elliot watched from the background.
Four people.
One object.
One date.
And eighteen years of unanswered questions.
I turned the photograph over again.
THIS WAS BEFORE HE WAS TRUSTED.
The words wouldn't leave my mind.
Before he was trusted.
What did that mean?
My father already worked for the Romano family.
He already had access to confidential information.
So what happened on June 12 that changed everything?
I looked at Luca.
"Who took this?"
"I don't know."
"Where?"
"Probably here."
"Who wrote the message?"
"I don't
