THE MAFIA BOSS WALKED INTO THE HOSPITAL WITH HIS NEW LOVER-THEN FROZE WHEN HE SAW THE WOMAN HE ABANDONED DYING WITH HIS CHILD

had left behind at the apartment near Vesper Row. The old woman opened the door, looked at the Hale crest stamped on the delivery invoice, and spat near his driver’s shoes.

He had almost respected her for it.

“Has she been called?” Cormack asked.

“Yes.”

“How long ago?”

“Sir, I can’t release medical information unless—”

Cormack leaned forward slightly.

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