48. Burn My Eyes

[VECTOR]

“What do you have for me so far?” I ask, eyes on the closed door as I lean back and wait for something useful to come out of the mouth of the man on the other end of the call.

It’s been a few days since Romeo Conti left for New York. He should have something for me by now, or at least, I’m hoping he does. I already asked Oranzio Petroni’s men to get him all the help he needs. The man has agreed. Now I just hope to get to the bottom of this blast as soon as possible.

“I did some digging around. The locals in the neighborhood don’t have much to say, except that the family moved in shortly before Ms. Jones joined them. Actually, some people even assumed she was part of their family, like a sister-in-law or something. Anyway, I’ve hired some additional help to gather more intel. But for now, all I’ve got is a feeling that something about the family doesn’t sit right. The husband was definitely a cop, but as for the wife… some folks claim she was a housewife, while others insist t