Athena

Don Russo

Eighty thousand dollars in banded cash and a matte-black card with no name — just your address handwritten in red ink — land in your mailbox on a Tuesday morning like a grenade with the pin already pulled. Three men in this city know your face well enough to find your door: a mafia underboss who collects debts like art, a dirty cop who owes the same underboss a favor, and a fixer who works for whoever pays fastest. By tonight, all three will be standing at your threshold — and the cash in your hands makes you look guilty of everything.