Shadows of Omertà

room. Rubbing the fatigue from his eyes, he sat at his kitchen table, a steaming cup of coffee in hand. The eve

, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Moretti's murder than met the eye. He knew that to

. He made his way to the precinct, where the investigation into Moretti's murder was already in full swing. P

avily upon her. Together, they pored over the evidence collected from the crime scene, piecing

gain from Moretti's death? Was it a rival crime family seeking to

him deeper into a web of deceit and betrayal. But he knew that he could not afford to falter, for the tr