LOGINLenny's Pov I worked through the cut on his jaw, the area around his eye, the forearm. He sat with his hands on his knees and looked at the wall above my head and breathed evenly. "Did you at least make your point," I said. "Yes." "Clearly." "Clearly enough that he's going to be thinking about it when he walks into that session tomorrow," he said. "He needed to feel that I wasn't rattled. That the pressure he's been applying hasn't changed anything." "You proved that by letting him hit you." "I proved it by walking into a room I wasn't supposed to walk into and standing in front of him and not backing down," he said. "The hitting was a side effect." I smoothed the last piece of tape on his forearm and sat back. "Your ribs." "Left side again," he said. I pressed carefully along his left side and he exhaled once through his nose. "Same ones," I said. "Yes." "Vincenzo these ribs are never going to heal if you keep—" "I know," he said. "After tomo
Lenny's Pov Detective Reyes had very good eyes and she knew how to use silence. She sat on my couch with her notepad and let the quiet after each question sit there long enough to be slightly uncomfortable, the kind of silence designed to make people fill it with things they hadn't planned to say. I had learned something similar in prison. How to wait out silence without letting it pull anything out of you that you wanted to keep. We sat through several of those silences together and I think she noticed. "You're very calm," she said eventually. "I've had practice," I said. "With police interviews." "With difficult situations," I said. "I'm not going to pretend I haven't had contact with law enforcement before. My record is on file. You've already pulled it." "I have," she said. "The case from eight years ago." "I took a plea for someone else
Vincenzo's Pov The news broke at seven and by eight my phone had received four separate notifications about it from people inside the family who wanted to know if I had anything to say about Rico Vasquez. I didn't respond to any of them. I sat at my kitchen table with Luca and went through the immediate damage assessment the way we always did when something moved into public visibility. "The police report lists the cause of death as blunt force trauma," Luca said, looking at his screen. "They're calling it a homicide investigation. No suspects named publicly yet." "Yet," I said. "Yet," he confirmed. "The detective assigned is a woman named Reyes. She's competent, not connected to anyone in the family as far as my information goes. She's going to work it straight." "And the connection to Lenny." "Rico's last known address was still listed as the apartment he shared with Sofia," Luca said. "But his phone records show frequent calls to this building in the months before h
He didn't say anything in the car for the first ten minutes. I didn't either. I sat with the photograph sitting in my head, and turned it over and looked at it from every angle and waited until I had something useful to say about it before I opened my mouth. "You knew Rico," I said finally. "Before any of this. Before the investigation." He kept his eyes on the road. "Yes." "The photo in Francesca's front room." "I saw you looking at it when I came in," he said. "How long did you know him?" "Several years," he said. "He came into the family through the lower ranks. We had proximity for a while." "Proximity," I said. "You had your arm around him like he was someone you actually liked." "At the time I did," he said. "People change. Rico changed." "Into a rat." "Yes." "And you didn't know he was going to do that when you first moved in next to me." "No," he said. "I knew he was leaking information. I didn't know the full extent of his involvement with Dante yet.
Lenny's Pov Francesca's house felt like the kind of place that had absorbed decades of serious conversations and came out the other side still standing.Everything in it was practical and chosen deliberately. Nothing on the walls that didn't mean something. Books on the shelves that had clearly been read rather than arranged for display. A kitchen that had fed a great many people over a great many years and didn't pretend otherwise.I liked it immediately and I didn't fully understand why until I sat down at that table and realized it felt like a place where people were allowed to be exactly what they were.After the coffee Vincenzo excused himself to take a call outside and Francesca topped up my cup without asking, sat back down at the table across from me like she had been waiting for exactly this."Ask me what you want to ask me," she said.I looked at her. "Is he going to be okay? With the situation and the fami
Vincenzo's Pov I called ahead the way I always did. Francesca picked up on the second ring and listened without interrupting while I told her I was coming and that I was bringing someone. There was a brief silence on her end and then she said fine and hung up, which from Francesca meant considerably more than the word itself. Lenny was quiet on the drive over. The kind she got when she was taking in information and organizing it before she said anything about it. "Who is she exactly," she asked around the twenty-minute mark. "The closest thing I have to a mother," I said. "She was my nanny from the time I was eight. Before that she worked in a different capacity for the family." "What capacity?" "She was an assassin," I said. Lenny turned her head to look at me. "Your nanny was an assassin." "Retired by the time she took the position," I said. "Mostly." "Mostly." "She taught me everything practical about staying alive," I said. "How to read a room.
Lenny's Pov I started writing things down. Not in an obvious way or a list titled things David Gale has lied to me about, though the thought had crossed my mind. Just a notepad on my kitchen table where I had been keeping track of job applications, and sometimes, in the margins, other things.
Lenny's Pov The rejection came at 9:04 in the morning.I was sitting at David's kitchen table with Shadow on my feet and a cup of coffee going cold beside me when my phone buzzed. I looked at the screen. The subject line said “Thank you for your application” which always me
Lenny's Pov I saw nothing. That was the decision I made at seven in the morning when I knocked on 3A with Shadow's leash in my hand and my face set to neutral. David opened the door in a dark shirt, hair slightly unr
Lenny's Pov He sat on the coffee table. I think he did it deliberately so I wouldn't have to lean across, so the distance between us while I worked would be manageable. He seemed to think about things like that without making it ob







