The Mafia Boss Thought A Maid’s Daughter Was Just A Poor Child — Until Her Old Doll Exposed The Crime That Haunted Him For Years.

PART 6

That weekend, Genevieve Marchetti arrived at the estate with a wedding planner and forty minutes of monologue about the wedding.

Wren ran past the doorway chasing the estate’s elderly gray cat. For half a second, Weston’s face softened.

Genevieve saw it. “Who is that child?”

“The daughter of an employee.”

The next afternoon, Genevieve found Wren drawing at the kitchen table.

“You’re the wedding lady,” Wren said.

“May I see your doll?”

“She doesn’t like strangers.”

For an instant, something cold appeared in Genevieve’s eyes.

That evening, Genevieve called her father. “The Osei woman is here. With the child.”

“Does she know anything?”

“I don’t think so. The child carries an old rag doll.”

Silas Marchetti’s breathing changed. “What kind?”

“Brown cloth. Red stitching down the back.”

“Get it. Owen mailed a package the day before he died. One of my men intercepted the envelope, but it was empty.”

“What was in it?”

“Something that could end us. Ward had access to the accounts connecting the shipment used in the bombing that killed Odalys and Nadia Kade to our subcontractor.”

“And you think he hid it in his daughter’s doll?”

“I think a frightened father might hide evidence in the one object no one would take from his child.”

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The next morning, Silas Bram brought Weston photographs. “Owen Osei contacted a federal investigator ten days before his accident. The investigator died in a hit-and-run two weeks later. A Marchetti executive named Paul Reyes authorized the warehouse report.”

“I know Reyes.”

“You should. He arranged the SUV that exploded three years ago.”