Romano’s POV

I stood under the shadow of a big oak tree in the cemetery, the biting wind cutting through my suit. My gaze was fixed on the people dressed in a complete black, a sea of solemn faces gathered around a casket some feet away. A mournful sigh left my lips, a bitter note for the loss of a useful ally.

“So, you are saying that a woman killed him?” I asked, snapping my head to my right-hand man, John, beside me.

“That's what we heard, Don.” He answered, his head bowed.

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