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She nodded hesitantly "A few"
"Get them for me"
A few turned out to be closer to a dozen She lugged them out from her room and set them on the shtfully, surveying the covers, but he didn’t open a single one "These will need to be destroyed They’re too dangerous to keep laying around"
"But you said they can’t use theht, but it’s not just the police you have to worry about So hands, would be like handing an ato his head "Coue She wouldn’t She couldn’t
Dr DeMarco turned away from the journals after a moment and strolled over to theHe looked out at the street below, the early evening sunshine bright on his face "They knohere you’re living now, so I suspect this is just the beginning"
"I don’t kno they found my address," she said "I tried to lay low like Corrado told ," Vincent assured her "It was all me"
"You?"
Vincent pointed at his foot "I forgot they were aze drifted toward the GPS monitor around his ankle, the sht of the chip she used to have under her skin "They tracked you"
"Yes"
"So they know you’re here now"
"Yes," he replied "They’ll be keeping an eye on this place now that they know for certain you live here Dia confirmed it when they dropped off the box"
"Butwhy? Why can’t they leave "
"True, but I have"
His explanation made little sense to her
"We should think aboutyou," he continued "The choice is yours, obviously, but I think Corrado will agree with me when I say you’ll be in much better shape if you drop far off their radar until all of this blows over"
"If I don’t move?" she asked "What then?"
He waved her over to hi beside hiering near a tree, a cell phone to his ear as he casually kicked so out of the ordinary to her The guy was vaguely fahbor she assumed--the one with the hat who held the elevator for her
"Meet Agent Cerone," he said quietly "And if you don’t move, expect to see a lot more of him"
The vast RICO indicted on the desk, the s out more than twenty years of cri at involve, extortion, ga, theftthe list formally and apathetically detailed the violence and o streets for decades, as if they were outlining so list
On or about March 20, 1988, in Chicago, the defendant, Corrado A Moretti, together with others, intentionally caused the death of Marlon J Grasso On or about April 13, 1991, in Chicago, the defendant, Corrado A Moretti, together with others, intentionally caused the death of
On and on it went for forty-eight pages
Corrado had spent the good part of the past hour silently reading through the charges, reliving the moments he could easily reet He took it all in, absorbing the su even close to distress except for a sie that troubled hi in persons for servitude
"This is wrong," he said, glaring at the words "I never did that"
"Which part?"
Looking up from the pile of papers, Corrado eyed his lawyer across the roo the hundreds of docuraphs sprawled out in front of hiside hih the stacks Mountains of evidence surrounded the, the only thing standing between Corrado and his future
Somewhere in their midst, tucked into the boxes or hidden in the audiotapes, lay the final nail that could be pounded into his coffin, taking his life away Their job was to find it and make it disappear
Exasperated, Corrado stood and strolled to the , peering down at the street below The office was located on the fifteenth floor of a newly reo People appeared to be little more than flecks of colored dust at this distance, tiny pests doing their best to not be squished as they went about their days