At two o'clock in the morning, Fifth Avenue was deserted. A fine autumn mist drifted across the pavement, reflecting the golden streetlamps outside the soaring neo-Gothic facade of St. Patrick's Cathedral. The colossal bronze doors, locked to the public for the night, swung open with a muffled, resonant click. Father Bernardo, the cathedral's seventy-five-year-old rector whose parish had been protected by the Santoro family for four decades, stood in the…
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