“Stop right there. I was told a dude named Ito something or other kidnapped me and tried to kill Lee. Then he dumped me with this psycho family. And he did it for his brother, who was in the mob and got screwed somehow. He blamed my mother for it. That’s what Lee told me.”
“Bruno Vincenzo did get screwed. But not by your mother.”
“Who then?”
“I’ll get to that. Your mother made a deal with Bruno when he discovered her identity. It was the only thing she could have done. If she were exposed it would have blown the entire operation and cost your mother, and many other people, their lives. And apart from that, many dangerous and hardened mobsters would have gone unpunished, free to commit more terrible acts. So she made the deal with Bruno, and that deal was approved at the highest government levels. But when it came time to live up to that deal, Bruno got double-crossed. He was supposed to get immunity and then be placed in Witness Protection. Neither of those measures ever happened.”
“Why not?” said Mercy, now looking interested and engaged.
“Because a very high-ranking official, a man many rungs above me and a name that many Americans would recognize, ordered the deal not to be honored. Bruno was tried and convicted, and he was killed in prison by the mob for being a snitch.”
“Why would this high-ranking guy do that?”
Lineberry didn’t answer. He just looked at her.
She said, “Are you saying because the dude was paid off by the mob?”
“They wanted Bruno,” he said simply. “They wanted him to pay for not coming to them about your mother being a spy in their midst. So the deal was deep-sixed, and Bruno died. What we didn’t know was that Bruno convinced his brother, Ito, to go after your mother, who he thought was the one to betray him.”
Mercy looked at him closely. “Okay, let’s say that’s true. But my mom didn’t even try to look for me. Nothing you’ve said addresses that.”
In answer, Lineberry held up a single finger. “She left your sister’s side at the hospital only once. And that was to fly to Washington, DC, and demand that everything that could be done to find you be done. She said that if it wasn’t, she would go public with everything that she knew.”
“Hang on—what exactly did she know?” asked Mercy.
“She knew that the high-ranking official I’m talking about had been bought off by the mob. She knew that he was the one who had, in effect, killed Bruno. And she believed that someone connected to Bruno Vincenzo had taken you. She didn’t know it was his brother. I doubt she knew he had a brother. She just assumed it was the mob. And more than anything in life, she wanted you back.”
Mercy became noticeably subdued. “How did she find out the government guy was working with the mob?”
“She was undercover. She listened at lots of keyholes and overheard lots of conversations. Folks told her things they shouldn’t have because she was very, very good at her job. And she saw people come and people go. He was one of them.”
“But if she knew he was involved, why didn’t she report him to the authorities right from the start?”
“Because, Mercy, he was the authority. And she wasn’t even officially a government agent. She was still a teenager. He, on the other hand, was a legend, grown gray in service to his country. Who would believe her? He could have easily trumped up evidence against her. She used drugs back then. She hung out with criminals. There were myriad ways for him to go after her. So she kept silent. But when you were taken, that was the final straw. She went to see him and confronted this bastard right to his face. Because of you. And I can’t tell you how brave an act that was. You may not know much about how governments operate, but it was akin to David taking on Goliath. And she did it without a second thought for herself.”
“And what happened at this meeting?”