Forty-nine: Cesare Luna

Forty-nine:

Cesare Luna

To get someone that was a fixer out of hiding was not an easy thing to do. Titus Vitore showed up when he wanted to, where he wanted to, and half of the time you never knew if he was alive or dead. Given how I had ended up nearly beaten to death after our last meeting, I was surprised that he wasn’t dead.

But my mother, Vera Luna, had dealt with men like my father all her life. Which meant she knew how to find people to clean up messes. People like Titus. So, we put the word out. And we waited. I didn’t like the idea of waiting. It meant that time would pass. I had no idea where Emmilia was. I didn’t know what my brother was doing with her. And I had no idea if my daughter was okay.

Titus was the key to helping us find that out. Laura had made a call to Galileo. She knew that he would answer her calls still. She told him that father was dead and that I was too. It was all a ploy to try to get him to come back to Boston. Hopef