Shadows on the Hudson
I The ledger told the truth. Miles Kovach knew this the way a drowning man knows water—inevitable, inescapable, and ultimately fatal. He sat in the back room of Giuseppe Moretti's gambling den on Canal Street, the fluorescent light buzzing overhead like an angry hornet, and stared at the numbers that would either make him or break him. Every bet, every payout, every bribe paid to the Fifth...
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