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“Please, come in.” I took one step. And then I saw him. Dante Moretti. I’d seen his photo once — in a file Giovanni had stolen from a rival courier. A surveillance image: grainy, dark, nothing more than a silhouette stepping into a car. That did not prepare me for the real thing.

Stralath asked. "Yes." Coco pointed at more files on her desk. "We've had our hands full lately. First, dealing with Bobby's victims, and then the vibrio or fisheri who has packaged his siren toxin in an injection form. And now it seems we have a third killer who might be a serial offender." "Is Bobby still under surveillance?" Coco nodded. Stralath tapped the file. "This human is reckless—he beats and strangles his victims, and his method speaks of rage."

And he'd been killed in a way that looked like Viper's work. I put the book down because pretending to read it was insulting to both of us. Viper’s methods weren’t public knowledge. People reconstructed fragments afterward, built profiles from crime scenes and reports, but the specifics, the sequencing, the entry signatures, the way I closed a scene belonged to a very small circle. That was a very short list. Xry was on it. Three other people I'd worked with closely in the first four years were on it, two of whom were dead and one of whom was in a prison facility in northern Finland and had been for the better part of eighteen months.

“…death confirmed this morning of the famous mafioso Santino Ricci, the man whom justice has never been able to reach despite years of investigation. Found dead in his hospital room, he never woke up from the coma into which he had been plunged..." The words rang through the air like a hammer blow. I remained frozen, my gaze glued to the screen where the frozen portrait of Santino was displayed. His stern face, the one that had made entire neighborhoods tremble, was now frozen in history. A shiver ran through me. It was me. It was my hand that evening that had plunged the blade into his flesh. It was I who had caused this coma from which he never emerged.

It’s not every day you get a fifty-dollar radio for your first successful case. The woman in front of me, who was unrelentingly trying to bore a hole into my head, was Maria De Vega, one of the PD’s suspects for a recent string of murder’s going around near the red-light districts. Maria was a mechanic who worked at Ross and, allegedly, a well-known vagrant in her area.

“Jeremy Cali keeps dodging us. His lawyers crushed me last week—I had him, Sheila, had him cold. I need your help.” My laugh bursts out, jagged, fueled by exhaustion and rage. “Help you? Go to hell, you bastard! Jer’s fighting to breathe, and you’re hunting him still?” His eyes glint, amused, cutting. “Jer, huh? Such affection.” He stands fast, slamming a stack of photos down—bang—pictures scattering, blood and death staring up. He lists them off, voice a cold hammer. “Luca Moretti, March 2018, throat cut. Anna Ricci, July 2020, shot dead. Gianni Voss, December 2022, gutted.”

His crimes were so perfectly hidden that in recent years no one suspected the source of the man's wealth. Madame Sergio million was involved in the buying and selling of counterfeit jewelry involving many wives of officials and conglomerates. She was also responsible for torturing domestic helpers and withholding their salaries for several months. Adelle also harbored cases of bullying several girls and often got into trouble, especially when she was a student. Her background as the daughter of Mr. Sergio made victims reluctant to report her crimes. And the latest crime is that Mr. Sergio is the mastermind of the Collin Harvey family's Property warehouse fire and Edward's car sabotage case.

he yelled and I just smiled and shook my head 'You have no idea how much' I thought and got into my car. I drove back to the City and stopped in an empty parking lot. I looked through the book and the folders. "Why are they recreating your past?" I asked myself as I looked at the folders Everything Vi has done the others did first the massacre than the warehouse attacks on the French and British Mafia's Just like Vi did so many years ago. She did meet Drew and Everest when she attacked their warehouses. I looked at the other folder and saw Violet tied to a chair broken and beaten

“Virginia was different from her. Virginia is like a pest who got adopted by our foolish brother. I’m pretty sure her death would not stain and affect our family’s name. It will make Gerald feel hurt twice but we can think about that later. At least we can remove one obstacle that stand in our way.” Lusiana got her point. Both Miller and Vincent thought that murdering Virginia would not create a great chaos unlike the case of Helena. Both of them agreed to devise a murder plan on Virginia. They were all mafia and doing crime was common for them. “I see. So, what kind of murder case we are going to use this time?” Miller asked. The discussion about the murder plan started. “Should we rent an

She is Maeve Moretti, my best friend, Holden’s daughter which means that her brother Nash is also Holden’s son. I sank into the chair. How the hell did I not see all of these? The people I had been looking for, for close to two decades had been close to me all along. The killer, Marcella D’Angelo was living right in my house and my best friend kids were close to me, yet I didn’t know this. “What do we do now?” Vivienne asked. I sat there in silence, almost unsure of the next step, but I knew things were about to get either worse or better.