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watch as he unplugged his desk phone. He then turned off his cell phone and went even further by turning off the fax machine.
    “There, now.” He leaned against his desk. “What about your promise of being naked when I came home? Still looks like you got your clothes on to me.”
    Smiling before lunging into him, I let him carry me upstairs to make love like we hadn’t done in weeks. Satisfied and no longer angry, I fell into a peaceful sleep, Michael right next to me. I thought it had all been a figment of my imagination when I awoke several hours later to find Michael back in his office.
    “You just couldn’t keep away for one—” I stopped and saw that Michael was looking at my Daniel Huber murder file.
    Looking guilty, he quickly set the file down on his desk as if I hadn’t seen it. “What are you doing up?”
    “What are you doing looking at my murder case?” I raised an eyebrow.
    He avoided my eyes. “Nothing, I just needed a break from mine and thought I’d poke around in yours. I saw where you put Coop on obtaining a waiting list for donors. Good move.”
    “Thanks.” I went in and sat on the small love seat that was against the farthest wall. “I thought there would be more than that. From what I’ve heard, there are a lot of people waiting for organs.”
    “You wouldn’t believe how many, or the lengths people will go to get them,” Michael said matter-of-factly.
    “You sound as if you know this for a fact.”
    “Just stuff I’ve heard,” he said nervously, before changing the subject. “I’m sorry to be working again, Cee, but I thought of something when I was trying to go to sleep. I needed to look at the case file for a minute. C’mon, let’s get back to bed.” He stood up and walked around his desk.
    I didn’t move. “Getting anywhere on the Niccolo Filaci murder?”
    He looked at me with surprise. “What makes you think I’m investigating that?”
    “Because I’m not a moron, and I know you. Your reaction to the news the other night said it all.”
    “I can’t tell you that, honey. We already discussed this.”
    “Fine, but you can tell me something else. Ithought the Cleveland and Youngstown Mafias were wiped out in the Mafia wars of the seventies.”
    “That’s not entirely true. When the boss of the Cleveland Mafia died in the late seventies, he didn’t name a successor. That leads to a great power struggle within families. By the early nineties, there was no known boss and no known members. This was actually a myth, since one of the successors who no one, especially the FBI, was aware of, built the family back up. By the year 2000, they were going strong again.”
    “And Youngstown?”
    “Youngstown has always been hot. Don’t you remember when they tried to kill the county prosecutor just a few years ago?”
    I nodded. “I remember even more that the county sheriff who took kickbacks from them got indicted, was found not guilty, and went on to be a lovely state senator.”
    “Larry Beneditto.”
    “That’s the one.”
    “He’s actually a made member of one of the families. Everyone was too scared to touch him. He controlled parts of the NFL for a while, until someone bigger than him took over.”
    “Who’s that?”
    Michael smiled. “Oh, I forgot his name.”
    “You’re so full of shit. What’s his name?”
    “C’mon, it’s late and we both need to get some sleep. Don’t bother asking me anything again, because I’m not telling.” He grinned and mimicked zipping his lips.
    Sleep was forever a fantasy in my world. I had only gotten two more hours of it when my phone rang. Itwas Naomi, informing me there had been another murder similar to Daniel Huber’s. Michael had been in such a deep sleep, he hadn’t heard the phone, so before leaving, I put a note on our bathroom counter telling him where I’d be.
    This current victim, John Kruse, age twenty-five, had been found just inside the fence at the Mansfield Airport. The fence went for miles