Chapter 120 - Tragedy

MAVERICK

Two days later, Moses had to call off the search. They found some parts of the jet but none of the bodies. I’d lost hope. It was tragic.

I couldn’t remember anyone who had survived a plane crash. I knew and had accepted the fact that they were dead, including the crew and Gaetano’s men on board.

Sicily. Who would have thought my first trip outside the country was to Sicily for a funeral and to clear my name?

Since Moses got to talk to Ugo, the head of the Conti crime family, it seemed that there was a truce. For a moment, I felt safe, but I knew it wouldn’t be any longer until I’d proven them about my innocence.

Lake had been pacing in the hotel room for thirty minutes. He wasn’t on board with the idea of me meeting Celestina and her husband, Giosue. I learned that London had a chilling confrontation with Giosue before. As a way of showing respect to the dead, I put on a black outfit.

“You’re giving me a headache,” I complained. For the last two days since I asked Moses to he