“My father was in on this?”
“It was something dreamed up a long time ago by your father actually. Word has it, they planned it over a night of heavy drinking in Saratoga while at the races. Three weeks ago, Lugazzi arranged a meeting between himself, Raphael Sorrentino, and Frank Evangelista telling them he wants to go through with the plan as retribution. He arranged for DeLuca’s company to win the auditing contract and the wheels were in motion. This didn’t sit well with your father. He and Angelo DeLuca go back a long time, as you know. Plus, your father has done everything to keep you out of harm’s way.”
“So, the bloodshed we saw at Villa Russo—”
“Their attack was not to kill, but to frighten, and that’s what happened. No one but one of their own died that night. A member of their clan was instructed to kidnap you, but Davenport killed him first,” he explains. “Rocco was a Lugazzi informant on the inside. When the war between the families began, he was assigned to track you. DeLuca hired you at the behest of your father, but he chose you for the audit team on purpose, so you would be the one to rig the drawing.”
“Is DeLuca a Lugazzi?” I cringe when I ask.
“He’s nothing but a man who found himself on the wrong side of a bad dispute. However, he has a sordid past that Carlo is willing to exploit, so if all doesn’t go as planned, his neck is on the line.”
I run my hand along my head as I think of how excited my boss was to have his company’s name being said on television before the drawings. He was thrilled, yet it was really all part of a nightmare.
Salinger squares his shoulders and looks down as he explains, “The shooting at the restaurant, the altercation with Rocco at the club, and this recent incident with your father are all to scare you into doing what they say. Their hope was to take you, torture you, and force you to follow the plan as directed.”
“They could have kidnapped me in my car. There was a man with a gun and insane instructions—”
“They have you exactly where they want you now. You are frightened for your life, aren’t you? You fear for what will happen to your parents…your sister?”
I tremble at the thought. “Why not make DeLuca do it? Why go through the trouble of selecting me?”
“Our best guess is that if it goes wrong, it’s easy to pin the crime on the daughter of a member of the mob.”
I turn to Jesse, who raises his shoulders and brows, because he said the same thing to me not too long ago.
For the second time today, I feel like I’m going to be sick. Heaving—that’s what I’m doing. Breathing in erratic pants as I try to stay calm. I can’t. A chill runs up my spine, and my head begins to throb.
Jesse steps behind me and wraps his arms around my chest, pushing my back tight against him. His inhale is deep, followed by a slow exhale. Mine are sharp and shallow, yet the longer he does this, the more I find my body meeting his breathing rhythm, finding my stability.
“There you go. Just like that,” Jesse says into my ear. “You got this, Amelia. Just breathe. Salinger and I have your back.”
His words are soothing in my ear as he wills me out of my anxiety attack and into the here and now.
Once steady, I stand up straighter and wipe under my eyes. Salinger’s eyes narrow at the sight of Jesse’s hand on me, forcing Jesse to step away and resume his spot from feet away.
“Okay, so what’s the plan? How are you going to help my family?” I ask.
“You’re going to do what they say,” Salinger states, and I yelp.
“You want me to actually go through with rigging a multimillion-dollar lottery?”
“Captain, with all due respect, it’s a plan destined to fail,” Jesse disagrees with his boss.
Salinger looks at his watch. “We only have a minute until they close the doors. The quick answer is yes. We can’t pin them on a crime that hasn’t been committed. Plus, no money has exchanged hands, and we don’t have anyone on tape, threatening you to do it. We need you to follow through. You’ll have surveillance. The Lugazzis won’t let you go in without one more word of caution. That’s what we need on tape. Let us handle this on