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“What is it son? Tell me please … Tell me.”
“Marshall wasn’t killed the way we had thought he was. Yes, he was shot up, but that was after he was already dead.” Gio revealed.
A stone dropped in the pit of my stomach.
“What?” I gasped. It was then he looked at me.
“He was already dead. He was poisoned. I received some intel and received the original coroner’s report. The one we originally saw a was a dud. It was conjured up to make shit look like he was in some gang war or something. My crew and I think he saw something he wasn’t supposed to see because of the intel we got. There was a note to someone warning them that he saw something important.”
“Oh my God.” Dad cried bringing his hand to his mouth and shaking his head. A tear ran down his cheek.
“Gio …” That was all I could say.
He looked at me again. “I never stopped wishing I could do something to find justice. I never stopped, always trying to find a way. This is it and I’m going to solve this. I’m going to get down to the bottom of this.”
“I can only thank you, because I wouldn’t have ever been able to find this information out.” Dad dried his tears. “Who Gio? Who do you think did this?”
“We think there was more than one person involved. It seems too that there was some mob involvement.”
Oh God, this just kept on getting worse with every passing second. Mob involvement, really?
“Mob?” Dad’s voice was barely audible.
Gio nodded. “Marshall was murdered with a poison I know that’s linked to mobsters. Intel suggests there was mob involvement and that they had something to do with it.”
I clenched my fists and pressed down into the sofa. I couldn’t look at Dad. I just couldn’t.
“Santora,” dad asked and Gio tilted his head to the side—curious.
“Yes, Santora. The Santoras.”
Santoras like Frankie. Jesus. What should we do?
They were linked. I didn’t know anything about the mob until Dad had gotten involved with them. Gio was right about the whole different world thing. I was from a completely different world and I wasn’t used to this.
Knowing Frankie or some member of his family was involved in Marshall’s death fueled my rage. It took me beyond my fear and fed my anger.
“They killed him?” I whispered.
“They were involved, but the way mobsters get involved like that is based on who hires them to do it. So, I don’t know if they administered the poison. What I know is that I’m not pissing on them yet not until I find the other guy. That’s who we need to find, that person is the killer. He’s the person I’m after. It’s gonna be someone big who didn’t want shit on them exposed. Someone higher up that has connections with mobsters and has a relationship with them whereby they could get their hands on the poison that killed Marshall.”
“What do you need me to do?” Dad’s voice came across the room strong and bold.
He sounded the way he used to, completely in control.
It made me look up.
“Marshall went to a support group for his drug problem. I remember that you made him go. Do you still have the details?”
“Yes. There were two of them recommended by our family doctor. I have the details, but why would the support group be involved?” Dad narrowed his gaze.
“I need to find someone who may be linked to the group. Someone we think the note was specifically for. I think Marshall saw something he shouldn’t have, wrote the note to that person. Someone who could intervene to stop it and got caught. At least that’s what this is starting to look like. These people knew if they made his murder look like a gang war it would basically be a lost cause. Gangs are always shooting up people. People always dying, no one is responsible and those who see it are too afraid to talk.”
This was all too much and it sounded dangerous. Now there was even more danger with the Santoras involved.
I reached over and took his hand. It was instinct that made me do it.
He looked at me with worried eyes.
