Chapter 33

“FBI,” one of them said, holding out a badge.

“Get them out of here,” Leone ordered the men, pointing to Mark and Paul. “That one needs some medical care.” Before Mark could say a word, Leone told him, “It’s nothing fatal but needs looking at.”

The two men hoisted Paul to his feet, helping him to a car waiting in the alley. Mark followed, climbing into the front seat as one of the men was already in the back seat, checking Paul’s wounds.

When they drove away, Mark saw Leone standing in the back yard, his phone pressed to his ear while he talked to someone. 20

“Well, we can’t arrest Angelo, I’m afraid,” Leone announced as he joined Mark and Paul in the emergency room forty-five minutes later. By then, Paul’s wounds—one flesh wound to his arm, the other a fairly minor one in his thigh—had been cleaned and stitched.

“Why the hell not?” Mark spat out angrily.

Leone smiled slightly. “It’s hard to arrest a dead man.”