Serafina

The following morning, Enzo brought me into Luca’s office. The underboss sat behind his desk, papers spread out before him. He looked up when we entered, then stood, buttoning his jacket as he did so. He wore a tailored black suit, as did Enzo, only his shirt was white and he wore no tie.

“Please, come in,” he told us. “Enzo, close the door behind you. Sit.” He gestured to the couch in front of his desk, removing a large book from one of the cushions and setting it on the glass coffee table. As I approached, I saw that it looked to be an English Literature textbook. One...