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Cicero heard about Joe Konicki first. Cormack and his men had taken over the back rooms of one of the fisheries along the waterfront in South Boston. The place smelled so bad, Cicero had trouble breathing, but the owner was in Cormack’s debt, and it was the sort of place they would not be disturbed. There were fifteen of them gathered, enduring the stench of fish guts as Cormack and Cicero mapped out a plan.
The call came in from a cop that Cicero had on his payroll. Cicero was in a room with Cormack and three others at the time, so he kept his half of the conversation short, asking one-word questions: Where? When? How? When he hung up, he told everyone other than Cormack to leave the room.
“I got some bad news, Boss,” he said once he and Cormack were alone.
“What is it?”
“It’s Joe Konicki,” Cicero said. “Cops found him in a parking lot out by UMass.”
“What the fuck are you talking about? Konicki’s with Diamond. He’s watching her.”
Cicero shook his head. “Not anymore. He’s dead.” Cormack’s face still registered his confusion, so Cicero continued. “He was in his car. They slit his throat.”
“What the fuck was he doing out by UMass?”
Cicero shrugged. “The parking lot was by an office full of medical offices specializing in women’s issues. Maybe he took Diamond there.”
Cicero watched as the full range of implications dawned across Cormack’s face. “Where is she?”
Cicero shook his head. “She wasn’t with him in the car when they found him. Who knows, maybe this has got nothing to do with her. But maybe it does.”
Cormack grabbed his phone and dialed his daughter’s number. The phone rang four times. Then, just before it would normally go to voice mail, someone accepted the call. They said nothing, though.
Cormack held the phone to his ear, waiting for the person on the other end to say something. Finally, he couldn’t help himself. “Diamond?” he said. “Is that you?”
The line stayed silent for another moment. Then a voice came over the line. It wasn’t Diamond. It was a male voice, somewhat high pitched, with a thick accent. Cormack recognized it as Soh’s voice immediately.
“Diamond can’t come to the phone right now,” he said. “Can I help you, Cormack O’Connell?”