CAELUM'S POVThe grand jury room was more modest than I had anticipated. No dramatic courtroom, no judge. Nothing but a conference table, 23 jurors and a prosecutor who seemed to have hit the lottery.I was seated at the head of the table, disassembling everything I had ever known.Can you please state your full name for the record?”"Caelum Dante Morano.""And how do you know Vivienne Morano?""She was my mother."For six hours, I talked. Names, dates, locations. I described the hierarchy of Vivienne’s org, how money was funneled through it, who answered to whom. I described deeds stretching into the distant past. The laundering of dirty money, the bribing of both the judges and politicians, murders ordered and committed.The prosecutors weren't thrilled but came pretty close to it. Defense lawyers rushed to take notes. But I had a receipt for everything. Documents, recordings, financial records.I was burying men I’d called allies. Men I’d worked with, men I’d trusted with my life.
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