The Capo's Vow

He is hers before either of them has admitted there is anything to admit, and the whole book is the two of them pretending otherwise in rooms full of people who would kill them for it. *I need a full RICO warrant, and I need it today.* The conference room windows face east, which means Michael Costas spends the entire meeting squinting into October sunlight. He has not touched the binder she put in front of him. Forty-seven pages of witness statements, financial records, and a chain of custody linking Carlo Moretti to three unsolved homicides across as many boroughs. *That's aggressive, Gia. You're asking me to greenlight surveillance on a sitting city councilman's cousin.* *I'm asking you to greenlight surveillance on the acting boss of the Moretti family.* Diana Chen does not bother with a binder. Her phone sits face-up beside a single black pen, and she says the quiet part: the witness is Gia's brother, and her brother's credibility is a problem. The witness is not her brother. Carlo Moretti ordered the car bombing that killed Sal Lombardi's father. He has been running heroin through the port and he is about to expand, and there is exactly one shot at making this stick before he works out how much they already have. What follows: a man who owns the shadows, a door she swore she would never open, a debt nobody can repay, a circle closing, a second saint, a wound that refuses to close, and the bones of a past that will not stay buried. Three minutes before the street floods with cops, she has to decide whether she is bringing Sal in or taking him somewhere else entirely. *I loved him like a brother. And he betrayed me.* *He didn't betray you.* Perfect for readers who like their mafia romance with a federal case running underneath it, a heroine whose competence is the point rather than the obstacle, a hero who is precisely as compromised as the accusations say, and a resolution that makes both of them pay for it properly.