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ZARA
TEN YEARS LATER…
I duck under the yellow police tape and head over to my lieutenant, Alex. Forensics is busy sweeping the scene around us.
A female, late twenties, throat slit, ditched on the driveway of a house owned by Dante Capri. We watch in silence as they zip the pale body into a bag. I turn my nose up as I look at the dried blood covering her neck.
“Let me guess, mafia?” I ask Alex.
He looks at me warily and gives me a sharp nod.
These assholes think they own the streets. It’s been escalating rapidly the last few weeks.
There was a shooting at a church. Warehouses burned to the ground.I’ve seen firsthand the destruction they cause.
My dad, the commissioner, works with Luca Russo, the head of the Russo family. Recently, I have been keeping tabs on the whole organization to report back to my dad. It’s why I am here today. I can still see the piles of men outside the church. It seems now they’ve reduced themselves to killing women.
“Are we making an arrest?” I don’t know where to start with this mess.
Alex stands from where he was examining a bloody handprint. “We have to now. It was called in by the public.”
I hide my smile. I’ve wanted to bring one of these criminals in for months. My dad always dismisses the idea to keep the peace.
“Why would they just leave her here in broad daylight? Seems pretty dumb to me.” I gesture at the row of suburban homes facing us. It is completely out of character for this tight-knit family.
He rubs a hand over his face, his tattooed forearm peeking out from his jacket.
“Probably to make a statement. If I’m correct, the stiff is Romano’s daughter. This is her brother’s home. They think they’re above the law. With your dad on their side, they are the law.”
Monsters. All of them. My fists clenchas my heart picks up a gear. “So, this guy will actually get put away?”
He shakes his head, which deflates me.
In the six years I’ve been doing this job, no matter what their crime seems to be, they always get away with it.
Staring at the body bag as the guys lift it and carry it into the van, I wonder what she did to deserve such an end?
I wrack my brain, trying to think of who we can bring in for this. Years of cases, I almost feel like I’m on a first name basis with the big players. Luca, the big boss, is certainly a no. Keller and Grayson are his right-hand men, but their alibis are always flawless, covered by their lackeys from their gym. There is always one name that sticks out to me, an anomaly for the group. Frankie Falcone.He’s a ghost. Long distance, grainy pictures are the best I’ve seen of him. Maybe he’s my weak link.
As I look back at Alex, I see him wiping away the large handprint.
“What the hell are you doing, Alex?” I hiss.
“What I have to.” His dark eyes peek over his sunglasses.
You have to be kidding me.
“A woman dies and the cops cover it up–fucking perfect.” I nod over to the body being wheeled into the back of the van and glare at Alex.
He sighs. “They’ll all end up killing each other, anyway. It’s only a matter of time.”
He rubs his hands together and heads off to his car, just as a bunch of cops walk onto the scene.
After what I’ve seen the last few weeks, one of these assholes needs to pay for this. Alex is clearly hiding something. It looks like I can take matters into my own hands.
I call over Chad as I make my decision.
