Eleven
The Second Time Around
Instead of running, I listen—dry-eyed— to the sound of the Ferraro heir shoveling the rest of the dirt into a grave meant for me over the body of Big Italian Tony. And then I’m underneath Fake Jake’s arm as he guides me out of the forest.
“How did you find me?” I ask again as we head toward his car.
“Naima called, using the number on the card I gave her. Said Deltano showed up at her door and left with you. She had a bad feeling. I got your location off the tracking device I planted in your cane. Thank God you took it with you or this would’ve ended a whole lot different.”
Thank God… Big Italian Tony was right on my tail. If Luca hadn’t gotten that call from Naima… If he hadn’t put a tracking device in my mobility cane… If he’d gotten there even a minute
