Joey knew he was in serious trouble if Vinny was comparing him to his dad. The heavy-handed bastard had “run off” years ago, and Joey was pretty damn certain his uncle had killed him. “Yeah,” he said, trying to put some enthusiasm in his voice. His mother was a relentless nag, but Vinny thought the sun rose and set on her head. “I’ve been meaning to get in touch with her, but I’ve just been so damn busy at that hospital. I’ll give her a call tomorrow.” Vinny didn’t say a word. “Nice try,” the boss said. “But I’m afraid tomorrow you’ll be cooling your heels in the morgue.” Joey’s stomach turned over, his only muscle not paralyzed with fear. “You can’t do this,” he said desperately. “It’ll never work.” “It will work exceedingly well. You see, you’ve left a victim to identify you. She’s unconscious right now, of course, so she didn’t notice it when we moved her, but when the police find her in the back of that van it will all come together nicely. That and the other evidence we’ve planted will convince them that they’ve discovered the identity of their serial rapist, who began his spree of twisted violence by raping and killing the mayor’s only daughter. A pity, that. Allison was truly a lovely girl.”
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