Cellie's POV
Word traveled the way it always traveled in the specific ecosystem of the Cosa Nostra's extended social network: immediately, comprehensively, and with editorial additions that bore a passing relationship to what had actually happened.
I knew it when I walked into Club Nova and felt the quality of the room change.
The whispers were not subtle. I had not expected them to be subtle. What I had expected was to be more prepared for them than I was, and I was not, because anticipating something and experiencing it were two different registers and the gap between them contained the specific sting of being talked about in a room while you were standing in it.
