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The following morning, Kate brewed a pot of coffee and went to sit on the sofa in the living room. She tucked her feet underneath her and thought about what she knew:
Eddie believed Marco had stolen money from him.
On the night of Marco and Renzo’s murders, Marco had told Eddie he was out of the organization. He’d returned home terrified, ready to take his family and run.
Then, there was that mysterious car parked outside their house when Marco left to pick up Renzo. It quickly followed him.
Marco called to tell her about the flat tire.
Renzo tried to say “Sal.” He struggled to say it as he lay dying in her car.
Eddie knew about the flat tire. How? She’d never mentioned it to him. Did the cops talk to him about it? She wouldn’t bother checking with Detective Steber. Finding hard evidence wasn’t her concern.
Sal killed Marco and Renzo. Kate was convinced Eddie knew every detail about it, and most likely ordered it.
That was good enough for her.
She was unsure of Dario or Tau’s roles in all of this, but in her mind, they were guilty by association.
They all had to go.
