Diego's POV

When they rolled the corpse onto its back, I saw a face I recognized.

Alberto, a low-level intermediary for the mafia. His eyes were lifeless, his throat slit wide, his shirt soaked in blood.

“Search him,” I instructed my men. “There’s a message in this.”

Santo shoved the guards aside and began patting down the body himself.

Just inside the left breast pocket of Alberto’s suit was exactly what I’d expected to find. He handed it to me.

I tore open the seal and scanned ...