Milwaukee Pasta Bandit Found Dead Novels & Stories

I couldn't—i just couldn't do that to her. Then the phone rang. Marco's name flashed across the screen. I swiped to answer. “This better be important.” “Boss.” Marco's voice was tight. “We have a problem. Marcus is dead.” I stilled. “What?” “Our men found him in an alley near the docks. Two bullets to the back of the head. It was a clean job.” My fingers tightened around the phone. Marcus—the weasel who'd been snapping photos of Lena for Evelyn. “When did you find out?”

I asked Peter as we made it our way to the car. “IA Capone is dead. He was killed by Black Don last night and his corpse was found in an abandoned warehouse. It is believed that Black Don had attacked him a night before and things escalated, resulting in the death of IA Capone. I think the reason he couldn't ask for your help was because they had agreed to meet alone to resolve the matter,” he reported, passing a file to me. “And there is the information I was able to withhold from the orphanage where Rachael was brought in at the age of five before Christopher Romano adopted her. He died in his house… do you remember the night you were called by Scorpion?” He asked while staring at me.

“Amsterdam.” “Is he dead?” “Buried somewhere. Decapitated.” “What?” I gasp. My body goes numb, my back rigid. Dominico just stares at the table while my limbs stiffen up. “Pappa already knows.” “Who told you?” “I got a call from an investigator,” he mutters with furrowed brows. My throat starts to ache. “What?” My voice falters. “What investigator?” “Some guy who's been looking into the Falcos.”

Possibly a wall to shield my heart from what my mamma was about to say. “It’s your Papa… he’s dead. He’s dead!” She burst into new set of tears that made me to crash down to my knees. Everything suddenly became pale and the aroma around me distressed. His father, Leonardo Sandro; the owner of Sandro casino is dead? The leader of Al-Capone Mafia group has been killed?

"We have a problem. A big one." "What is it?" I asked, as I felt a small prickle of annoyance. "The investigator. Miller." I leaned back. "What about him? Did you find him?" "Yes, sir," the man said, his voice shaking. "We did find him, but we didn't.” I frowned. “What do you mean by you did find him but you didn't? What are you talking about?" I growled. "We found his body, sir. Under the Blackwood Bridge. But Alpha... he didn't just die. He was executed.”

"There’s a subject we’ve been tracking in Bratislava. I believe he may be providing girls to your Senator Scott." I sit up straighter. "Bratislava." "Yes. A man named Marek Bartoš." "Marek Bartoš is dead." "What?” "Marek Bartoš is dead. We took him out yesterday and rescued six of his victims." I think the term gleeful is too restrained for what I’m feeling, but it’s the best I can come up with. The silence on her end this time is the longest yet. When she speaks again, her voice is very, very quiet.

Maya's voice came out steady despite the fear crawling up her spine. "Detective Sarah Morrison, Portland PD. I'm calling about Marcus Webb. Ms. Reeves, I need you to stay calm—" "What did he do?" Maya's free hand clutched Finn's arm. "Where is he?" "There was an incident last night in Portland. Mr. Webb was involved in a confrontation outside a bar. He became violent when someone mentioned your name—apparently, he'd been drinking and asking around about you. Ms. Reeves, Marcus Webb is dead."

Maleah and I jump apart and turn to face the door as soon as Scotty strides in. His eyes narrow in question, but before he can ask, I interrupt. “What is it, Scotty?” He gives us both a furtive look before he hands me his tablet. “I found the information ye wanted, and it’s not good. The man that Maleah saw murdered was Emmanuel Martez, son of─” “The goddamn mafia boss, Rolando Martez. Fuck! Are you sure?” I ask as alarm reverberates through my body. Scotty nods. “There’s no doubt about it, lad. The police fished him out of the ocean and identified him earlier.”

Stella nodded. They went to a food stall nearby and got some hotdogs. While waiting for the hotdogs to be prepared, he spoke, "This case is quite bizarre. One of the deceased is Mila Zachary, a high school student who had good academic results. She was also a social butterfly. Three months ago, she came to the police with her parents to report that she'd been forcibly r*ped by a classmate, Bobby Lameer, but that case was closed within a few days. We performed an audit and found that there was an extra one million dollars in their account, so it is highly likely that Bobby's family had settled the matter with money.