Marco's FBI file sits on the metal table between us like a confession waiting to happen.
I flip it open. Financial records, surveillance photos, transcripts of intercepted calls. My cousin's entire life has been reduced to evidence of betrayal. But it's the desperation in his eyes that tells me he's not lying.
"Start from the beginning," I say, my voice flat and cold. The tone that makes grown men confess to crimes they didn't commit. "How did Angelo survive?"
Marco's shackled hands tremble as he pulls the file closer. "The coroner. Dr. Edwin Marsh at Manhattan Memorial. Angelo paid him fifty thousand dollars." He taps a bank statement with one finger. "Wire transfer dated November 3rd. Two days before the shooting."
I study the document. Clean. Verifiable. The routing numbers trace back to a Cayman Islands shell corporation - Silverton Holdings LLC.
