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would want to take him out?”
    “Who wouldn’t?”
    “Who’s on the shortlist?” I ask.
    “Well, you know as well as I do that spouses are always prime suspects.”
    “Was he having marital trouble?” I ask.
    “What am I, his therapist?”
    “Who else?”
    “Falco’s death makes Dominic Finn the new boss,” Pete says. “That sounds like motive to me. Word on the street is Falco had put a hit out on Dominic.”
    “Why?”
    “Why does anyone do the things they do?” Pete says.
    “Anyone else come to mind?”
    “There are four other crime families in the city. And none of them got along with Falco. Namely the Capello’s.”
    My eyes narrow at him. Pete’s holding back on me. He knows something, but he’s not talking.
    “Big Nicky Capello’s a client of yours, isn’t he?”
    “Look, what do you care if these animals whack each other? I wouldn’t worry about it. The commission’s gonna take care of it either way. If it was authorized, then it’s business as usual. If it wasn’t, it will be dealt with.”
    “What do you hear about the Summit?”
    “Things,” Pete says, coyly.
    “What kind of things.”
    “I don’t recall.”
    My eyes narrow at him.
    “They don’t tell guys like me much.”
    “Where’s it at?”
    “The bosses of the five families get together and you think they’re going to make that information public? All those guys in one place… one bomb takes out the entire organization. Only people attending know where the location is. And they don’t get that information until the last minute.”
    “You hear anything, you call me,” I say. “You got that?”
    “Sure thing, boss.” He gives another phony smile.
    I turn toward the door, and I can feel his eyes cling to my ass.
    “Hey Hon, you got anything else I can help you with. Traffic tickets? DWI? I’m sure we could work out some kind of trade.” A salacious grin curls on his lips.
    I don’t even respond. But I put an extra swerve in my step on the way out to let him know exactly what he’s missing. What he’ll never have.
    Parker and I walk through Pete’s lobby and push into the hallway.
    “You gonna tell me more about this Summit?” Parker asks.
    “The Commission meets once a year. It’s made up of the heads of each of the five families. They get together, sort of like a state of the union address. They map out territories, settle disputes, discuss threats, formulate a general plan for the coming year. It’s essentially a CEO board meeting. We’ve been trying to tap into one for years. If we could get surveillance, we’d have enough evidence to bring down the entire mob.”
    On my way back to headquarters all I can think about is my night of debauchery. I know I should be focusing my attention on this case. But I can’t get him out of my mind. The gorgeous man who dominated me completely. I wonder if I’ll ever see him again? For a moment I think about using my resources to try and track him down. That seems like a much better use of my time than trying to figure out who killed Vic Falco—a dirtbag that is better off dead. I should shake the guy’s hand who killed him. He did the world a favor.
    Back at headquarters, I’m surprised to get a call from Detective Dodd.
    “Got a match on those prints from the shell casing,” Dodd says.
    “I’m a little surprised to hear from you,” I say.
    “I’m hurt that you would doubt me,” he says, dryly.
    “I’m sure you are. So, who’s the perp?”
    “That’s the problem. The system is telling me that information is classified.”
    My ears perk up when I hear that.
    “A few minutes later, I’m getting a call from the CIA. An Agent McCarthy. He’s all up my ass, wanting to know why I’m running those prints. Says he’s heading down this way. He wants everything we have. I’ll be damned if I’m letting some Fed take my evidence. No offense.”
    “None taken. Send me the print. I’ll run it through AFIS.”
    “Now I gotta ask you to keep me in the