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“There’s a lot more to my story than a young rookie cop getting accidentally killed,” I tell her.
“Oh my God,” she says.
The look on Savannah’s face crushes my soul into fragments. Her mouth is agape, and she’s looking at me quizzically. She wants to know the full story.
But I can’t drag her into my history. Not when she’s struggling to free herself from her own.
“Before I go any farther,” I say, “I need to talk to my brothers.”
“Both of them?” Leif asks.
“At least Hawk,” I say. “I’m not sure I trust Eagle.”
“Good enough,” Leif says.
“In the meantime”—I turn to Vinnie—“is there any chance that your family may have decided to get into trafficking?”
“My father always swore he’d never do it,” Vinnie says. “But he’s not the head of the family. My grandfather is. Mario Bianchi, my mother’s father.”
Nausea claws at my throat. “My God, Savannah…”
“Are you saying,” Savannah says, “that Grandpa may have decided to join our two families? That it’s not a simple alliance anymore? They’re going into business together?”
Vinnie shakes his head. “I’m not saying anything, Sav. I don’t know. I’ve been gone. But there’s something I should tell you about Grandpa.”
“What about him?”
Vinnie closes his eyes and casts his gaze to the floor. He pauses for a good thirty seconds before speaking. “He’s not a nice man.”
Savannah’s eyes go wide as circles. “He was always wonderful to me. You and Mikey, too.”
“When we were little, yes. But he did something to me after I turned eighteen. Something that cemented my desire to leave. My guess is he did it to Mikey, too.”
“What are you talking about?”
He inhales deeply and sighs. “Since you don’t know what I’m talking about, that means he didn’t do it to you. And Savannah, I’m very glad to know that.”
Savannah lips are parted, her eyes confused.
She doesn’t have any idea what her brother is talking about.
But I do.
You don’t spend eight years behind bars and not understand what Vinnie is leading up to.
“Man, I’m sorry,” I say.
“Me too,” Leif says.
I do a double take at my friend. How would he know such a thing?
“Fuck, Leif…”
He shakes his head. “Not me, thank God. My buddy Buck. Not pretty. But he’s okay now. Happily married, working for the Wolfe family like I do.”
“Thank God…”
“And you, Falcon?”
