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He’s always looked out for me. Sometimes I think he’s harder on me, just so it doesn’t look like he’s playing favorites.
    He narrows his eyes at me. “Vic Falco was murdered.”
    “And that’s a bad thing?”
    Murphy scowls at me. “Maid discovered the body at his suite in the Williams Tower. Local law enforcement is at the scene now. Get over there and see what you can find out. Take Parker with you.”
    I roll my eyes. Parker is a blue flamer straight out of Quantico. He’s got his nose up everyone’s ass. And nobody likes a kiss ass. Parker is a little on the chubby side, with a buzz cut and blue eyes. He’s the kind of guy who thinks he’s better looking than he is. He’s not a bad agent, but he can be just a little bit annoying.
    Murphy senses my lack of empathy that a notorious mob boss has been killed. But it’s not like the world is worse off. Though, there will be some people who miss him.
    Falco was one of those guys who always gave back to the community. You wouldn’t think it, but Falco actually did some good deeds. He was always feeding the poor, giving out clothes, handing out turkeys on Thanksgiving day. The neighborhood loved him. He kept petty crime off the streets in his territory. Old ladies could walk down the street at night without fear of being mugged. Cars didn’t get broken into. Apartments didn’t get burglarized. Nobody made a move on Falco’s turf without his approval. He concentrated on bigger criminal enterprises. Things that made real money. He was a smart guy. It was impossible to get anyone to testify against him. Nobody wanted to give up the protection that he offered.
    “Falco’s people are going to want revenge. This is going to start a gang war,” Murphy says.
    “Let the animals shoot each other up as far as I’m concerned,” I say.
    “What about the innocent people who get caught in the crossfire?
    Murphy's got a point. These mob killers aren’t known for restraint. Just last week someone from the Salerno family took out a rival underboss at a local pizzeria. Instead of just taking out the target, they blew up the entire restaurant. 37 people were killed. They found pepperoni slices three blocks away. I kid you not.
    “The annual Summit is tomorrow,” Murphy says. “Right now, that has the potential to turn into a blood bath. Sort this thing out.”
    “What’s the annual Summit?” Parker asks.
    Murphy raises an incredulous eyebrow at him. “Do your homework, Parker.”
    I smirk. I can’t help but enjoy the fact that this little brown-noser, who thinks he knows everything, doesn’t know much at all.
    Parker and I make our way over to the Williams Tower. It’s a luxury high-rise on the upper east side. Falco has the penthouse sweet. Or, I should say, had. It overlooks the park with a stunning panoramic view. Floor to ceiling windows. A month’s rent in this apartment is more than I make in a year. The place is swarming with cops, and I cringe at how bad they are contaminating the crime scene.
    A rookie from the 23rd precinct stops us at the door. He’s got a cocky smirk on his face. I want to slap it off. I flash my credentials. “Agent Fox, FBI.”
    He scowls and steps aside.
    The apartment is a beehive of activity. Detective Frank Dodd barks at me as I step into the living room. “What the hell are you doing in my crime scene?”
    “Special Task Force on Organized Crime,” I say, flashing my credentials.
    He grits his teeth in disgust. He’s a short, pudgy, bald guy with a mustache and pocked skin. “We don’t need any help, thank you.”
    “We’ve had Falco under investigation for murder, racketeering, drug trafficking, you name it. You want to fight about jurisdiction, you’ll lose.”
    Dodd’s beady eyes stare me down. Then he finally relents. “The body is this way.”
    He leads us into the bedroom. It’s a beautiful apartment—hardwood floors, stunning vistas, high ceilings. But it is garishly decorated. It’s what happens when