The November wind howling across the East River smelled of diesel exhaust, brackish saltwater, and rusted steel. Parked inside the darkened interior of an abandoned grain elevator on the edge of the Brooklyn Navy Yard, a nondescript utility van served as an advanced tactical reconnaissance post. Inside the van, illuminated only by the green and amber glow of dual thermal monitors, sat Don Luca Moretti and Sofia De Marco. Luca…
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