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Chapter 7

Penulis: Shelley
Greco was running cold sweat. He nodded into the phone, bent at the waist.

"Minister, I was wrong. I didn't know it was Mr. Ferrante. I'll pull back, right now, please give me a chance—"

The minister's voice on the other end was ice.

"You won't be pulling back. Anti-Corruption is on the road as we speak. The things you've done are enough to keep you behind bars for the rest of your life. You can spend your retirement reflecting in there."

Click. Dead air.

Greco's face went the color of ash. His
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    The inspector pulled a file out of his case. The cover was stamped with the seal of the highest classification.He looked around. His voice carried."Marco Conti. Italian National Police, Anti-Organized Crime Division. Senior undercover officer, rank of Inspector. Three years ago, in pursuit of a transnational arms-smuggling operation crossing the Mediterranean, he was assigned undercover, identity sealed, embedded in Porto Scuro, tasked with gathering core evidence on the syndicate.""The smuggling network has now been comprehensively dismantled. Inspector Conti's mission is complete and successful. Per the order of the Director, Anti-Organized Crime Division, his rank and identity are reinstated effective immediately. He is to report to Rome HQ."The townspeople went the color of dead fish. Mouths open. Nothing coming out.The man they'd kicked around all year, the broken-down vet, was a senior undercover officer. He'd gone to hell and back for this country.Don Salvo's eyes rolled b

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    My father, Enzo Ferrante, in that black cashmere overcoat of his, a Cuban cigar clamped between his teeth, every hair in place. He stood there and the weight of him hit you — the Don of Naples, no act, no posing, just the real thing distilled out of decades of blood and fire.Don Salvo stared. His lips trembled, just a little. He'd worked the docks half his life and met every kind of man who walks in our world, but the one in front of him was different. The men he knew — when they walked into a room, they checked where the exits were. The man in front of him walked into a room, and everyone else in the room started thinking about how to get out.Behind him came my mother, Carmela — the Donna of the Ferrante family — in heels and a wine-red coat. Lipstick on. Eyes like winter."Dad. Mom—"I'd been holding it together all afternoon. Now it broke. The stiletto fell out of my hand and rang on the stones.When my father took in the blood and the torn dress, the hand holding the cigar shook.

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