C123 IDENTITY EXPOSED

The tires of a private jet kicked up twin rooster tails of gravel as it decelerated on the private landing strip adjoining the main Montanari estate. He was back in the capital city.

Carmine didn’t even wait for the helicopter to come to a complete stop before he was shoving open the exit hatch and descending the reinforced stair ramp in a blur of his dark coat.

A sleek black SUV idled nearby