Page 49 of Taming Seraphine

“Send me all the details,” I say. “I’ll take care of it.”

“Will do.” Rita hangs up.

I open the surveillance app and scroll to the cameras in Seraphine’s room. She’s still wiggling from side to side, trying to create some friction, but it’s no use.

A frustrated scream sounds from behind her door, making me smile. I call Miko, who answers in one ring.

“Leroi?”

“Did you find anything useful in those files?”

He blows out a long breath. “Actually, there’s a lot.”

“I’m coming over.”

Less than half a minute later, I’m in the apartment next door. It has only one bedroom compared to the three I have in mine, and a smaller living area with an open-plan kitchen. Miko has covered every wall in bookcases laden with volumes of manga and action hero figurines.

“What did you find?” I cast my gaze over his twin desks, one with an oversized monitor for playing video games and the other laden with the stolen drives where he sits, surrounded by more monitors.

“Enzo Montesano was a predator.” He shudders. “I found video footage of him with underage girls.”

“Shit.” I rub the space between my brows, wondering how the hell Uncle Enzo could have kept something like that a secret. “How young?”

He shrugs. “Fifteen, sixteen. I didn’t look too closely.”

Enzo was my father’s first cousin, and I grew up seeing him almost every day. He wasn’t known for keeping secrets, which was why his wife yelled at him every day about his blonde mistress. Perhaps the woman was a cover-up for his true depravity.

“That explains how Capello took control of his empire. He blackmailed him.”

“True.” Miko spins around in his office chair. “I know you’re friends with his sons. Do you think they might also?—”

“Roman, Cesare and Benito aren’t anything like their father,” I say. “Did you find anything on the DA or the judge?”

“Take a look.”

The monitor fills with clip after clip of the same man snorting coke, screwing hookers, and accepting a stack of bills from Capello.

“This is damning,” I say, my voice low. “What about the judge?”

“Here.” Miko opens a thumbnail, bringing up footage of an overweight man with gray hair. He’s naked, on his hands and knees, being spit roasted by two clothed men.

I jerk my head away from the sight. “Is he married?”

“Yes, but it gets worse.”

“How?”

“These guys.” Miko points at the two men, bringing my attention back to the clip. “They’re bank robbers who won their appeal in his court. Looks like they’re paying him off.”

“Fuck.” I shake my head. “Forward those clips of the judge and DA to Benito Montesano.”

With some dragging and dropping and a few clicks of a mouse, Miko sends the email. He turns to me and frowns. “What about the information Capello had on their father?”

“They don’t need to know that,” I say.

Miko’s frown deepens.

“Enzo is dead, and Capello framed one of his sons for murder and made the other two suffer enough. Telling them their father was a pervert helps no one. If you identify any of those girls, send me their names and addresses. I will use my share of what we earned from the Capello job to pay for their therapy.”

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