PREGNANT CASHIER’S HUSBAND DESTROYED HER PHONE SO SHE COULDN’T CALL FOR HELP—HE HAD NO IDEA A MAFIA BOSS WAS WATCHING FROM AISLE THREE

her lip before a landlord inspection.

Vincent crouched beside him.

For a moment, only Derek’s ragged breathing filled the room.

“You were warned,” Vincent said.

“I didn’t touch her!”

“This time.”

Derek’s eyes widened.

“What do you want from me?”

Vincent reached into his coat pocket and placed something on the floor directly in front of Derek.

A photograph.

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