Chapter 24

The man who pushed the door open was one of his oldest captains, Luca Moretti. He was closing in on fifty, his gray hair cropped short, an old scar running from his brow to his jaw across the left cheek, left there in their homeland years ago when he'd taken a blade meant for Don Falcone. He never panicked. He always walked slow and easy, like an old wolf who knew he could strike whenever he pleased. But now his steps came a beat faster than usual.