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He heard a car coming and slid out of the van into the shade on the side of the road.
A black Lincoln Town Car came rumbling down the road. Shane waited until it was over the platter, then pressed the remote. The platter sent out a massive electromagnetic pulse that fried all the electronics in the car. The engine died and the car rolled by, slowing to a halt about forty feet down the road.
The driver’s door opened and the consigliere got out, cursing. Shane’s jaw tightened as the passenger door opened and Don Michael stepped out, dapper as all hell. The years had been damn good to him. The consigliere popped the hood and both men disappeared around the front of the car as they tried to figure out what had happened. Shane stepped onto the road, Glock at the ready. He walked to car, then edged around to where he could see the two men. “Don’t move,” Shane said.
They both swiveled their heads and stared at him. Then the Don smiled. “Shane,” he said. “Am I correct?” Shane nodded. “Uncle Michael.” The Don and his consigliere exchanged a glance. “Who told ya?” the Don asked. “Joey?”
“You killed my parents.”
The Don laughed, and Shane’s hand tightened so much on the gun, he realized the barrel was shaking. Not good, he thought.
“You ain’t go
“I want the truth,” Shane said. “About how they died.”
“Wasn’t me,” the Don said. “I was in Sava
“Then who was it?” Shane asked. “Him?” He nodded at the consigliere.
The consigliere’s eyes slid left, almost a twitch.
“Better yet,” Shane said. “Where did you get the bomb? Remote detonated, right? Who gave it to you?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the Don said, his face smooth.
“And why did he give it to you?” Shane said. “Did he think you were such a dumb fuck, you’d be easier to manipulate than my father?”
“What?” the Don said, looking rattled for the first time.
“Did he figure that since you are the dumbest fucking Fortunato to ever draw breath, he wanted you in charge of the Family so he could use you like a two-dollar whore, something he knew my father would never allow?”
“Hey,” the Don said, his face darkening, “nobody uses me, I use him-”
“And did he know my mother was on that boat when he blew it up? Did you tell him that, you murdering bastard? Or did you tell him it was just another mob hit?” Shane heard his own breathing, saw the landscape in a red mist, and some small part of him said, Walk away now. “He still thinks you’re a dumb fuck, you know. That’s why he just told me. He thinks I’m going to kill you, which is good with him because he’s finished with you. He wants me to take your place. Consolidation. Government hitman and mob boss in one person. Easier. And then he thinks he can control me. All I have to do is kill you and I get it all.”
The Don’s eyes widened.
Shane shook his head. “But I’m not going to.”
The Don let out his breath and nodded. “You’re a good boy, Shane. You’re a good Fortunato. My heir. Next in line. You can put the gun down now.”
“I’m not going to kill you because I don’t have to,” Shane said, and turned and walked away as Frankie and Joey walked past him, their faces like stone.
The last thing he heard was the Don saying, “Frankie?” and then a fusillade of shots ripping apart the Saturday morning as he began the long walk back to Two Rivers.
He never looked back.
Agnes had fed Carpenter and Lisa Livia and Maria and the bridesmaids and a dazzled Garth-all that beauty in bathrobes and curlers stu
It was about nine when they heard Maria scream. Again.
“If she thinks Palmer is having sex with another stripper somewhere, I’m going to be a
“He’s okay, right?” Agnes said, not able to stand it anymore.
“He’s fine,” Carpenter said. “Somebody else isn’t, but he’s fine.”
Agnes nodded. “Okay, then. Do you think there’s any chance he’s going into a new line of work soon?”
“I think he could be persuaded,” Carpenter said.
“Yes, but would it be fair if I did that?” Agnes said. “I mean, it’s his work-” and then Lisa Livia yelled, “Agnes, get up here!” and she said, “Oh, just hell, Carpenter, what should I do?” and he said, “Get up there,” and she went.
When she followed the sounds of outraged female babbling, she found them all-Lisa Livia, Maria, and three bridesmaids all in slips and curlers-staring at Maria’s white wedding dress, now covered with purply red stains, the worst of which were two purply red handprints over the breast cups on the bodice. Small, Brenda-sized hands. She’s completely out of control, Agnes thought. She’s just destroying things now, anything to screw up the wedding.
“It’s ruined!” Maria wept, and her bridesmaids clustered round her and wept with her.
“Yep.” Agnes looked at it as she listened for the van. A car door slammed outside and she jerked her head to see out the window, praying it was Shane, but it was just the first wedding guests, complete with a little girl who was probably going to cry through the whole ceremony. Damned early birds, stay home and give your kid a nap.
“What is that horrible stuff?” Maria wept.
“Huh?”‘ Agnes said. “Oh, that’s the raspberry sauce from dessert last night.”
Maria looked at her, horror-struck. “That’s all you can say? It’s dessert? My God, Agnes, it’s my wedding dress!”
Another car door slammed, and Agnes looked again. Still not Shane. What was it with all these people coming early? It wasn’t like you got extra cake.
“Look, honey,” Lisa Livia said to Maria. “You-”
“And you stay out of this,” Maria said, turning on her, with her acolytes around her. “You and your mouth, butting in all the time, that’s what got me that damn flamingo dress and that’s what I’m going to have to wear now and it’s all because of you-”
“Hey!”Agnes said, seeing Lisa Livia flinch.
“I know,” Lisa Livia said to Maria, miserable. “Really, I know I screwed up-”
“That’s not good enough,” Maria snapped. “You swear to me that you won’t say anything today, not one word at my wedding besides polite conversation, you will not interfere in any way, you swear it to me now.”
Lisa Livia swallowed and nodded. “I swear I won’t say a word all day that isn’t ‘Hello, how are you, beautiful day for a wedding.’ I will not screw up anything else, I promise.”
Another car door. Agnes looked out the window. Not Shane. Damn it. He wasn’t dead. Other people died, not Shane-
“I don’t believe it,” Maria was saying, the bridesmaids nodding. “Like you could stop talking or interfering. This is like the worst thing that could happen-”
“Okay, that’s it,”Agnes said.