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think I read somewhere that she’s a doctor. She have her own practice yet?” Laura asked, reaching across the table to grab several sheets from the stack.
    Rheyna rummaged through the documents she set off to the side. She pulled out the one with Caroline’s information. “It says she graduated nine months ago and opened her own clinic one month later.” For some reason, Caroline being a veterinarian didn’t surprise her in the least. If anything, it made Caroline more attractive, if that was even possible.
    “Okay, how you wanna do this? Do you want me to just go down the line and explain the terms, or would you just rather read them yourself?” Laura asked.
    Rheyna looked at the document in her hand. “I’m pretty comfortable with most of them, but I think you giving me a verbal refresher will be good.”
    “Okay, next question. You want technical or laymen’s terms?”  
    “I’ll take laymen’s terms for five hundred, Alex,” Rheyna said in a deep voice.  
    “Very funny,” Laura chuckled.  
    “Funny ‘ha ha,’ or funny ‘queer’?” Rheyna asked.
    Laura shoved her, almost knocking her off the couch. “You’re not right, but since you asked, funny ‘queer’.”
    “Lay it on me, teach,” Rheyna said, pulling herself upright.
    “Okay, here is the simplest explanation I can give you. You can sum up the entire organization’s hierarchy by comparing it to a corporate business and the United Nations. The Boss, which would be Massino, is the CEO. Next is the Under Boss, who we think will be Failla, and he’s the President or Assistant CEO. The Consigliere, that would be Valachi, is the In-House Counsel. The Capo, which would be Castrucci, is the Manager. The Soldiers and Associates are the worker bees—these guys are the nobodies, drug dealers, loan sharks, etc.—and the Picciotto, referred to lovingly as a hitman, is Farino, who we all know as Human Resources,” she said with a laugh.  
    “As for the world famous Commission, they’re like the United Nations, with each crime family boss equaling a foreign country. Is that simple enough for you?” she asked as she stood to stretch her legs.
    Rheyna nodded. “I think that sums it up pretty well.”
    “Good. I’m gonna get another beer; you want one?”
    “Yeah,” Rheyna said as she picked up several documents and glanced through them. She skimmed over the detailed reports and tossed them into a pile.
    Laura came back with two beers. She twisted off the caps and handed a bottle to Rheyna.
    “Thank you,” Rheyna said without taking her eyes off the photos.
    Laura was silent as she watched Rheyna systematically go through each one and commit the faces to memory. After several minutes, Rheyna tossed everything into a neat pile.
    Laura walked over to the fireplace. She bent down and picked up a piece of wood from the brass log holder, pulled back the fire screen, and tossed it in. She turned to look at Rheyna. “I wish I had that gift of yours.”
    Rheyna leaned back on the couch and took a long drink from the bottle. “Trust me when I say having a photographic memory isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. More times than not, you remember things you’d just as soon forget.”
    Laura eyed her without commenting. There was no need. She knew exactly what Rheyna meant. She sat down on the couch, and laid her hand on Rheyna’s knee. “How are you doing?”
    Rheyna looked at her. “You know, Laura, I’ve always known that La Cosa Nostra was run like a well-oiled machine, but—”
    “I’m not talking about the mob, Rheyna.” For emphasis, she poked Rheyna in the chest with her finger. “I want to know how you are doing and I want the truth and—”
    “I’m fine, Laura.” Rheyna laughed at the expression on Laura’s face. “Why do you always do that?” she asked.
    “Do what?” Laura asked, her right eye narrowing, her left eyebrow shooting upward.
    Rheyna pointed at Laura’s eyes. “That eyebrow thingy you do.”
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