By Order of the Capo

My father was blown up in the restaurant he ate at every Tuesday. I was first on scene. I was the one who identified him. I've been the family numbers girl since I was fourteen — the one who found the traitor three years ago, the one nobody thanks. Now the council has handed me to Marco Rinaldi like a file. Wife, ward, whatever they're calling it this week. Marco runs soldiers with an army of other people's fear. He thinks the marriage is a leash. He thinks I'm a problem to housekeep. What he doesn't know is that I've already opened my father's private books, and I've already found the payment that bought the bomb. It came from inside the family. It came through my husband's bank. I am going to find out who did it before he even hears the word. And when I do, the council is going to find out what happens when they treat me like paper.