Daylight (Atlee Pine #3)(31)

“But assuming that Bruno’s having found out about my mother’s undercover status was relayed to the prosecutors, why wouldn’t they have struck a deal with him? I mean, he had leverage. He could have blown the whole investigation, like you said. He could have put my mother’s life in danger. They might not have had a choice but to go along.”

“Her life was already in danger,” noted Lineberry.

“In more danger, then.”

“I don’t know what to tell you, Atlee. I wasn’t in those discussions, if they did occur.”

“It seems clear that was why Ito did what he did. To avenge Bruno.”

“Look, don’t assume that Bruno was telling the truth in that letter. It could have just been sour grapes on his part. And he deserved what he got. Like I said, the number of people he killed while he was in the mob? And how he killed them? It was nauseating. The bastard!”

“Okay, Jack, just calm down. The last thing you need is to get all worked up.”

She could hear him take several deep, calming breaths. “I’m sorry, I don’t usually let it get to me like that. I’m good now. Continue on with your questions.”

“You’re sure?” she asked.

“Yes. Quite sure.”

“Okay, moving on, you said that, at least initially, my family was in witness protection?”

Lineberry said, “That’s correct. After your mother served as an inside source for law enforcement, her identity was leaked, and threats were made. The decision was made to put all of you into witness protection.”

“How was her identity leaked?” asked Pine.

He didn’t answer right away. “That is something we never determined, although we did an exhaustive investigation.”

“Did you make the assumption that her identity had been leaked because of the threats?”

Lineberry coughed and said, “Exactly. That was the surest proof of all.”

“What was the nature of the threats?”

There was a long moment of silence.

She said cautiously, “We can do this another time, when you feel better.”

“No, let’s just push on.” He cleared his throat. “The first threat came in the form of a letter that was mailed to the apartment in New York where you were living at the time. The location of that apartment was a secret, but nonetheless there it was. It was a clear death threat. The decision was made to move all of you into witness protection.”

“Why send a letter and essentially warn us, instead of coming there and trying to kill my mom?”

“I could never figure that out. It might have been done to intimidate, which it did. And also cause us to move you, which we did. We never determined why that was advantageous for whoever sent the letter.”

“So they knew of her identity even though she never testified in court?” she asked.

“Your mother ‘testified’ to federal authorities in quite a few lengthy interviews, which in turn led to other witnesses who did testify in exchange for plea deals. She also provided recordings she took secretly while in the presence of numerous mob bosses. Those recordings were validated by other sources and entered into evidence. It was all legal and aboveboard, but we took great pains to keep her identity secret. She was our best shot at taking the families down. We had to keep her safe. And in the end, many of the mob just took deals because the evidence was overwhelming. Most of the older members we arrested ended up dying in prison. As far as I know, the younger ones are still in prison, right where they belong.”

“Okay, tell me about the first witness protection experience.”

“You were relocated to Hudson, Ohio. It’s a suburb of Akron. It was far removed from New York City. We thought you all would be safe there.”

“But we weren’t.”

Lineberry said, “No. One night, about two months after you arrived, there was a home invasion. Two men with guns.”

“What happened?”

“You had a dog back then, a lab named Molly.”

“I don’t remember a dog,” she said.

“Well, you were very young, Atlee. Anyway, the dog barked and woke up your parents. Your father kept a shotgun. He fired at the intruders and managed to scare them off. The decision was made to move you the very next day to a temporary safe house pending the readiness of a more permanent location.”

“And where did that turn out to be?”

“Colorado. It was rural and any strangers in town would be instantly noticed. We really thought it would work.”

“But it obviously didn’t. What happened?” she asked.

“This time it wasn’t a home invasion. It was an attempted carjacking. They ran you off the road. It was only by the grace of God that two state troopers were coming the other way. They intervened and saved you and your family. One of the carjackers managed to get away. The other was killed after a shootout with the troopers.”

“Did they manage to ID him?”

Lineberry said, “They did. He was Giovanni Colletti, part of a Colorado-based crime family. We obviously couldn’t interrogate him, but we did subsequently learn that a contract had been put out on your family by one of the Mafia families that had been destroyed by your mother’s work.”

“Okay, the big question becomes: How did they keep finding out where we were? There had to be a leak, Jack. And it kept leaking.”