By David Cristofano
While Melody Grace McCartney was once six years outdated, she and her mom and dad witnessed an act of violence so brutal that it replaced their lives perpetually. the government lured them into the Witness safety application with the promise of security, they usually went gratefully. however the application took Melody's identify, her domestic, her innocence, and, finally, her family members. She's been might Adams, Karen Smith, Anne Johnson, and numerous others--everyone however the one individual she longs to be: herself. So whilst the feds spirit her off to start one more new lifestyles in one other city, she's surprised whilst a guy confronts her and calls her by means of her genuine identify. Jonathan Bovaro, the mafioso despatched to seek her down, is familiar with her, the genuine her, and it is a risky thrill that Melody cannot withstand. he is insistent that she's only a pawn within the government's conflict opposed to the Bovaro kinfolk. yet can she belief her lifestyles and her identification to this vicious stranger whose acts of violence are mythical?
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I have to convey him again round; the truth that I’m going to make my element is incidental. “What are the chances you’ll get hit by means of a automobile crossing the road? ” Sean shrugs. “About one in 8 thousand. How approximately this: What are the percentages you’ll die from foodstuff poisoning—not from terrorism, brain you, simply your daily case of salmonella? ” He shakes his head. “About one in twelve thousand. yet what do you are saying we get simpler. ” I lean in towards Sean, shut adequate for him to sniff the orange cream on my lips. “What are the chances I’m going to stay a whole, common existence? ” He swallows. “There is a host, Sean, and that i need to know what it's. As my protector, i would like you to use the mathematics and convey me the sincere, excellent fact. ” He licks his the teeth, even though it kind of feels it’s extra of a apprehensive response than a necessity to transparent his molars of chocolate cake. “I don’t understand. ” “Let’s paintings the numbers. what number sufferers and witnesses have entered WITSEC because its inception? ” he's taking a deep breath. “About seventy-five hundred witnesses. when you comprise the kin and family, it’s towards seventeen thousand. ” “And what percentage were murdered whereas lively in WITSEC? ” Sean thinks, however it sounds like he’s wondering no matter if to inform the reality. He lowers his voice, i guess to maintain the opposite marshal from listening to, and says, “Forty-seven. ” He scratches his head and provides, “So, approximately one in 400. ” “Not so quick, Slick. what number of the forty-seven have been from Mafia instances? ” “I may bet them all. ” “How many witnesses and kin are tied on to Mafia circumstances instead of drug- and gang-related situations and so forth? ” He clears his throat. “About 5 thousand, supply or take. ” I movement a bit nearer. “And what percentage of the thirty-seven deaths have been tied to the Bovaro kinfolk? ” He stares into my eyes, and it sounds as if for the 1st time he’s spotted their colour. “At least… no less than twenty-five. ” I movement nearer nonetheless, so he can think my breath. “And what number witnesses and kinfolk have been being secure as a result of Bovaro kin? ” He swallows. “No greater than 200 fifty. ” I fall again into my seat. I seize the opposite orange cupcake, holiday it aside, and shove a bit in my mouth. “That’s one in ten, Sean. the percentages of my survival are one in ten. now not too sturdy, huh? ” I gobble the remainder and wipe my palms on my denims. i will believe him watching me, caught. finally, I say, “You requested me if I ever get to the purpose the place i think secure. the answer's no. ” He reaches over and touches my leg in a manner that's not romantic. “C’mon, not anyone goes to harm you. We’re going to maintain you secure. ” I wash down the rest of the orange cake and delight in the flavour, as if it can be the final one I ever devour. “Like I stated, Sean… math by no means lies. ” Cape Charles is simply as I imagined: one other freaking pit cease. thus, it’s your final probability to take a potty holiday prior to crossing the exhausting Chesapeake Bay Bridge-Tunnel, a twenty-mile-long mixture of bridge spans and tunnel items that needs to be the nightmare of each gephyrophobe and claustrophobe in the world.