“Those are the signed confessions from your top three captains,” Dante said.

“They wouldn’t talk,” Moretti said, his voice cracking.

“Everyone talks when they realize their leader has left them to freeze on a dock for a personal vendetta,” Dante replied.

Moretti stared at the folder, his fingers trembling as he tried to open it.

“Your family’s operations in Chicago are finished,” Dante said.

He signaled to another of his men, who stepped forward with zip ties.

“Get him medical attention, then deliver him to the federal marshal,” Dante said.

“Yes, Boss,” the man said.

They lifted Moretti off the ground, ignoring his curses and groans.

The pier suddenly felt very quiet.

The only sound was the distant horn of a barge out on Lake Michigan.

Dante walked over to me.

He looked down at Lily, who had stopped crying and was staring at him with wide, curious eyes.

He gently reached out and touched her tiny cheek with the back of his gloved finger.

“She is safe now, Sophia,” he said.

“Is it really over?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.