Page 151 of My Mafia Queen

How does he know about me and my uncle?

I’ve never talked about my conversation with my uncle. Not even with Vito. Or Louie. Or Gianni. Yes, they know we butted heads on something, but they don’t know the details.

Even now, they are not reacting.

But what Joe said is a huge red flag for me.

“My boss has nothing to do with this,” I say, and it makes no sense to Joe.

He looks at me, puzzled, wondering whether I’ve caught the meaning of his words.

I caught it, all right.

And while coming up with my next question for him, I try to figure out what the hell that means.

Do we have a rat in our organization? Has my uncle confided in the wrong kind of people? Is the pressure coming from above?

Are they selling me out?

Throwing me under the bus for something I didn’t do?

Why the fuck would they do that?

There’s no time for answers.

Joe’s stare makes me see red.

“Are you sure?” he says.

Without answering his loaded question, I walk away from him, signal to Vito to keep the situation under control, and step outside.

Once I’m no longer within earshot, I call the man entrusted with finding Tina.

He answers right away.

“Give me some good news,” I say in a somber voice.

“We’re at the house. We just got here.”

“Describe it for me.”

“It’s like the other one, only smaller. It’s a nice neighborhood with Halloween decorations.”

“Families live there?”

“It looks like it.”

“And your friend?”

“He behaves.”

“Any lights inside the house.”

“No.”

I mull over the information for a second.

“Okay. Someone watch the man while you go in. Check it from a close distance and tell me what you see.”

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