Marcello
Enzo and I are checking up on the list of names dad left. The main one we came for was a bust. The guy died of a heart attack three years ago, so we decided to check up on another name on the list that was on our way home. The woman seemed to know who I was, because when she saw me, she ran. When we caught up with her, she begged us to leave her alone and to ask Angelo to stop bothering her.
When ever I hear that man's name, I know nothing good follows. He seems to have been up to a lot more s**t than we knew about. How did he even know about this woman? And judging by the fear in her eyes, he did a number on her. "Can you please tell us what Angelo said? We just want to know why he tracked you down," I ask, and she sighs. "Aren't you working with him? You are a Moretti, aren't
