At Clara's apartment.
When Carlo and his men broke in, she was sitting on the sofa, casually playing with a black remote control.
Clara smiled. "You finally figured it out, Carlo. But it's too late.
"You think those idiots from the Lucchese family could come up with something like dismemberment? That was my idea."
Her voice turned light and cheerful. "I told them exactly how to cut it so every piece would stay intact, how to arrange it so you'd see it first, and how to dump some parts in the sewer so you'd have to fish them out."
Carlo's breathing grew ragged, but he didn't move.
Clara laughed. "You think they dared to plant the head in your own estate? I taught them that too. I told them where the kitchen was, where the dining room was, how long you'd stay away from home. I even tol
