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Sal shook his head "He’s gone back to Vegas"

Carlo had taken over their operations in Las Vegas a few years back, so he rarely appeared in Chicago anymore Vincent resented him for the special treatment he received He’d moved away, too, but was still expected to show up

"So, fourteen pinched," Sal said, getting down to business "Two stool pigeons singing"

There was collective gru the men Fourteen members of La Cosa Nostra had been arrested and two had turned state’s evidence, cooperating with the governonna silence them?" Squint asked

Vincent looked at his "There’s too uarded"

"So?" Squint said "Take out the fae"

Vincent and Giovanni both opened theirout before they could "No"

He leaned against his Mercedes, clutching the box of pizza and devouring it like he hadn’t eaten in weeks He said nothing else, no explanation, but that didn’t surprise Vincent He’d said all he needed to with that one word

"Corrado’s right," Sal said "Just lay low until we know rumbled to himself while Corrado continued to eat Giovanni shivered, and Vincent grew impatient as Sal’s attention drifted to the yacht They spoke a bitto the conversation when the Russians were ht," Vincent said

"Did they hurt anyone?" Sal asked "Or did it get handled?"

"It was handled"

He nodded "No reason to dwell, then"

Giovanni tried to interject, but Sal gave him a look that closed the subject He waved his hand, silently dis spoken another word Vincent turned to walk away but was stopped by the Don’s voice "How’s odson?"

Vincent’s blood ran cold at the question "He’s fine"

"Is he doing well in school? Passing?"

"He’s squeaking by Still skipping a lot"

Sal laughed "Doesn’t surprise lia, is in that boy’s blood And that’s everything, you know Fa nice to say about that, but Sal didn’t wait for a response Reaching into his coat, Sal pulled out a thick manila envelope and held it out to Vincent "Give this to Principe for ly, Vincent took it before heading to his car Once inside, he shoved the envelope of cash into his glove co it to his son

Haven took a seat at the library hile Car her Wordlessly, she picked up a book from the small table between them Carmine siven up on that?"

"No," she said, opening it to a page about a quarter of the way in "It’s good She searches for the garden and makes friends with this little robin It reminds s of his guitar, rando out in the room "Reminds you of what?" he asked when she didn’t continue

"It reminds me of when I was little and talked to the anis, but it was ht off guard, his finger plucked the wrong string They both cringed fro horses?"

"Yes, but it wasn’t so bad They kept me company"

His jaw clenched as he held back his temper She could say it wasn’t bad if she wanted, but Carmine couldn’t think of a uitar, playing around with sounds as she quietly read Her eyes would occasionally drift over the top of the book, settling on hi, Carmine?"

"Of course you can"

"Why did you shoot at Nicholas last year?"

Another sharp note rang out Of all the things she could ask, she wanted to talk about Nicholas? "We had a falling-out after I otabout my mom, and I snapped"

"Your hed "Hillside"

"What’s she doing there?"

He hesitated "Nothing She’s gone"

"You ed at the word and nodded

He played again as Haven went back to her book He felt no judgment, no disappointment, no pressure to explain It wasn’t until that moment that he realized how ed him He wasn’t sure how, but he felt different He was Maura’s son again, and not so much Vincent DeMarco’s heir

"Look at the Suburban"

Corrado’s voice was nonchalant, but Vincent knew better than to believe he wasn’t on alert He waited a few seconds before turning, seeing the black Chevy Suburban parked along the curb half a block away

The darkly tinted s obstructed the inside view, but Vincent could uess or two at as there "FBI, you think? Doesn’t seem like locals"