Logan doesn’t sleep like normal people. He hibernates in caffeine and algorithms, and comes alive at the witching hour, dragging secrets from the digital ether like a magician.
Logan:Full background attached. If she’s guilty of anything, it’s being too decent. Also, your girl can cook. Runs a shelter, speaks four languages, and made the Dean’s List every year at NYU. Graduated with a bachelor’s in social work.
Me:That’s not why there’s a contract on her.
Logan:Never known you to care before.
I ignore the question and open her file.
Logan:You sure this isn’t a midlife crisis?
Me:Fuck off!
I read the report.
Current Name: Calista Ferraro
Age: 27.
Born: Rome, Italy.
Raised: Palermo until she was ten; then London until she was 18.
Current Location: New York City.
Occupation: Director, Hearth & Hope Shelter.
Languages: Italian, French, Spanish, English.
Criminal Record: Clean.
Family: Rogoli.
I freeze.
The name hits like a bullet I didn’t see coming.
I skim my memory files.
Rogoli…Giuseppe Rogoli.
Died recently.
Luigi Rogoli died a year ago.
Goddamn!
I read further.
She’s Giuseppe Rogoli’s granddaughter. A man whose name used to be synonymous with smuggling, extortion, blackmail, and every other crime one could commit. His name once made entire boroughs flinch.
I read on.
Remo Morello has taken over the family. Was once engaged to Calistina Rogoli.
Now the pieces of the puzzle were fitting.
Remo was recently crowned head of the family. He has a reputation for being vicious and entitled.
