“He had no money left to pay his security,” Giovanni said. “The ledger you took… it froze everything he had.”

He looked down at Luca, his hand hovering over our son’s head but not touching him, as if he were afraid his touch might break him.

“You saved him,” Giovanni said, looking at me.

“We saved him,” I said.

Giovanni let out a long, shuddering breath and sat on the edge of the empty window sill.

“The feds are waiting downstairs for me,” he said.

“I know,” I said. “Miller told me.”

“I’m going to plead guilty to the conspiracy charges,” Giovanni said. “It’s the only way to keep the others from coming after you and Luca.”

He looked out at the city lights twinkling through the gray rain.

“The Moretti name ends with me,” he said. “I’m turning over the remaining assets to a trust for Luca.”

“We don’t want the money, Giovanni,” I said.

“It’s clean,” he said. “It’s from the legitimate real estate holdings. You can use it to build a life somewhere quiet.”

He stood up and walked over to me, stopping just a foot away.