Shadows of Omertà

n a dimly lit bar on the outskirts of town. The air was thick with the scent of cheap whiskey and cigarette

s, their paths crossing countless times in the murky world of crime and corruption. Despite his shady reputation, Frankie had proven to be a

Frankie?" Rossi asked, h

heard. "Word on the street is that Moretti had a falling out with some of his own gu

place. If what Frankie said was true, then Moretti's murder might have

si pressed, his

I'll keep my ears to the ground. You s

s outstretched hand. "You keep feeding me inform

s. As he made his way out into the cold night air, he knew that he was one step closer to unraveling the mystery of Moretti's mur