Chapter 17 - THE WOMAN IN THE FRONT ROW

The woman was Councilwoman Miriam Chase.
She had attended Elena's funeral, placed white roses beside the coffin, and hugged Rosa for the cameras.
Now federal agents blocked both exits.
Chase did not run. She stood calmly, adjusted her jacket, and said, "This is political theater."
The recovered recording said otherwise.
She had used city shelters to identify vulnerable children, clinics to create false medical records, and Enzo's routes to move them. Harlan sold them. Judge Vale erased complaints. Raines controlled police reports.
Marco had been a frightened piece in a machine much larger than one crime family.
Chase looked at me as agents cuffed her. "You think confession makes you noble? You built the roads we used."
"I know."
For once, I did not defend myself.
That afternoon, prosecutors offered Tony reduced charges in exchange for testimony. He accepted. I signed a full asset forfeiture agreement that transferred warehouses, trucks, and cash reserves into a restitution fund for survivors.
My men were given a choice: cooperate, leave the life, or face the evidence. Most cooperated.
The Moretti organization ended on paper before sunset.
Enzo requested a private meeting.
He sat behind thick glass, smaller without his tailored suits and men.
"You gave away everything Carlo and I built," he said.
"Carlo tried to destroy what you built."
"Carlo was a child."
"Carlo died protecting children."
Enzo leaned toward the glass. "And you will die in prison believing they love you. They do not. The Vasquez family fears you. The dog obeys food. The police use you."
I almost answered.
Then I saw Bruno waiting beyond the interview room with Elena and Rosa. The dog had refused to enter until I was finished.
Enzo followed my eyes.
For the first time, jealousy crossed his face.
He had controlled hundreds of people and earned loyalty from none.
A marshal opened the door.
Before I left, Enzo whispered, "There is one witness you forgot."
"Who?"
He smiled.
May you like
"The funeral director."
Across town, the funeral home exploded.