One week after the summit, an encrypted message reached the terminal in my new office. A source deep in the old network had sent a final, unofficial report. I checked the signature and opened it.
The report was clinical and brief. The remaining Cavalli Capos had cooperated with the federal investigation to save themselves.
They put every crime, dirty dollar, and death from the last decade under Dante's name.
The likely sentence would keep him in a supermax prison for the rest of his life, far from the sunlight and marble halls he once took for granted.
The family had stripped Serena of its jewelry, clothes, and protection as soon as the accounts froze. She tried to sell her story to the tabloids and found no buyers.
The report's last attachment was a blurry photograph of her haggling
