'Why?' pushed Jack.
Sal was slipping away. He could hear the music – 'scusa me, but you see – he could see the men Fredo had asked him to kill – the women Gina had asked him to kill – he could see the fires he'd lit – when you dance down the street, with a cloud at your feet.
'Perche?' Jack dragged him back. 'Why?'
Giacomo's eyes rolled. Blood filled his throat. He coughed as he spoke. 'Affari e piacere. Business and pleasure.' That was the only explanation he gave.
Jack felt Sal's head go heavy. Dead heavy. He was gone.
He removed his hand and let the killer's skull thump to the metal floor of the helicopter.
Epilogue
December 23rd JFK airport, New York City The transatlantic flight ploughed through a field of cropped clouds and dipped in to land at JFK. The carabinieri had pulled strings and got Jack on the early bird from Capodichino. His knee had swollen up during the flight and would need a bag of ice and a truckload of Ibuprofen to bring it down again. But right now he wasn't feeling any pain. He was going home. Nothing else mattered.
Sylvia and Lorenzo had wanted him to stay for a longer debrief, a press conference and even an end-of-case party. But none of those were quite his thing. Besides, he had more important business to attend to – last minute, very last minute, Christmas shopping.
Rubber spun on the runway. A crowd at the back of the plane clapped as they touched down. Fresh snow was falling and Jack could all but feel the cool, crisp winter air of his hometown.
He picked up his messages while he waited at baggage reclaim. A drunken Sylvia thanked him for the thousandth time. Pietro added his best wishes and confided that Pisano was fixing for him to be promoted and assigned full-time to the Anti-Camorra Unit. He'd hear from them both again. He was sure of it. They'd find more bodies, probably at least ten, probably from the period that Valsi was in jail. Sal would have carried on killing during that time, only without Gina's orders he'd have indulged himself differently, possibly even buried his victims elsewhere. Maybe even created another necropolis.
Finally, there was a message from Howie. He and Annie planned to swing by tomorrow afternoon with a present for Zack. Who the hell was Annie? Then Jack remembered. It was the woman his buddy had saved from muggers in an alleyway – and been stabbed in the ass for his troubles. He was glad to see the big guy's heroics were being repaid in TLC.
Jack stopped at a sports shop on one of the main shopping drags through the terminal and found the very specific present he wanted for Zack. He picked up perfume for Nancy – Dior's Forever And Ever – followed by a magnum of champagne and a heavy slab of Belgian chocolate for her mother and father. Thank God for airport shopping.
As he filed through Customs he remembered that this was the airport he'd so famously collapsed in, burned out from overwork and the stress of hunting the Black River Killer. That was all a thing of the past now. Another lifetime ago. He'd bounced back and built a new career for himself. Had a wonderful new home in a new country. And to top it all, it was Christmas.
Zack flew at him as he came through the doors into Arrivals. 'Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!'
Within a second he was holding his son. Kissing the soft sweet skin of his face. 'How you doing, buddy? I swear you've grown up even more while I've been away.'
Zack clung to his neck, arms wrapped around his father like he was never going to let go.
'Man, you're getting heavy.'
And then – there was Nancy.
Even more beautiful than he'd remembered.
'Hello, sweetheart. Boy, have I missed you.'
'Me too, honey.' She squeezed herself into the family embrace – what Zack called 'a three hug'.
She smelled amazing. Fresh. Special. Exciting. Smelled like the love of his life.
For a minute they just stood there and held each other. A homecoming scene being repeated all around them. Finally they broke for air, laughed and walked to the car.
'It's nearly Christmas, Daddy. Santa's on his way, Gramps said so. Do you think he'll remember my glove and bat, Daddy? Do you?'
Jack covertly passed the plastic sports bag to Nancy and lifted his son on to his shoulders. 'Have you been good? If you've been good, then I think it's a dead cert that he'll have remembered.'
Zack kissed the top of his father's head and sat up tall on his shoulders.
Innocent days.
Precious days.
Jack was determined to make the most of them.