America: Starting with the Last Liberty

Rosen returned to his apartment and took the intelligence he had previously bought from Swiffer to Mrs. Gaines's apartment.

They found Francis Rich's file in the intelligence, which included his photo.

"Ms. Kelly, Mr. Clinton, was this the murderer you saw that night?"

Megan and Franklin leaned closer to examine the photo in Rosen's hand, both of them frowning.

"It seems quite similar, but I'm not 100% sure. The lighting was rather dim at the time, and we were quite far apart."

Although Megan meant she wasn't entirely sure, Rosen was already certain that the killer was Francis Richie.

"This guy must have been the one who did it!"

Franklin looked at Rosen with curiosity.

"Mr. Rosen, how did you determine that he was the murderer?"

"Because of this guy's identity! His name is Francis Richie, the strategist of the Bonanno family, but his more important identity is the godson of old Martin Bonanno."

Megan and Franklin opened their mouths, their faces showing utter shock.

The information Rosen revealed was enough for the two of them to make connections, after all, even the most dramatic stories have appeared in movies and TV shows.

"So, we're now embroiled in a power struggle within a Mafia family?"

Franklin's skin tone immediately darkened several shades.

This power struggle is like a huge whirlpool; anyone caught in it can be utterly destroyed.

At that moment, Franklin deeply regretted why he had participated in that underground racing competition, and for a moment he seemed to turn into a broken record.

"I was so stupid. Why did I borrow money to participate in this crap competition? I didn't even get the prize money, and I've gotten myself into this huge mess..."

Ignoring Franklin's self-pity, Megan looked at Rosen with hopeful eyes.

"Mr. Rosen, now that you know who the murderer is, can you find Old Martin and explain things to him?"

Rosen shook his head; the blonde news anchor's idea was still too naive.

"Things aren't that simple! Francis Richie, as the Bonanno family's strategist and Martin's godson, couldn't possibly be unprepared for this. I might just find out which way Martin's door opens, and the Mafia waiting at the door will shoot me with a submachine gun."

Megan opened her mouth; what Rosen said might actually be possible.

"What do we do then? Just keep hiding here? What if the Mafia finds out who we are and then comes to our house..."

"Finding your identities is inevitable, unless Mr. Clinton's Dodge Challenger was stolen."

Franklin realized it instantly.

"A generous gift of crabs! Doesn't that put our family members in great danger?"

Thinking of this, Megan and Franklin became anxious. The Mafia would never be polite to ordinary people, and their families could be in danger at any time.

Just then, a strange noise came from outside the door. Rosen immediately signaled Megan and Franklin to be quiet, and then looked through the peephole to see what was happening outside.

He saw two men in black knocking on Rosen's apartment door; their appearance was exactly the same as several other mafia members Rosen had met before.

In terms of club uniforms, the Mafia is indeed superior to its counterparts at Tokyo University.

The man in black knocked on the door for several minutes without getting a response, so he simply kicked the door open.

The two men in black searched Rosen's apartment for a while before leaving empty-handed, apparently having found nothing.

That's because Rosen had already hidden the gold and had just taken the purchased intelligence to Mrs. Gaines's room; otherwise, the two men in black would definitely have discovered something.

Megan, who had been covering her mouth, only spoke after the footsteps of the men in black had disappeared.

"Mr. Rosen, what was that noise just now?"

"The Mafia broke into my apartment!"

"Huh? Isn't this your apartment?"

"No, this is someone else's apartment. She just moved out before her rent was due and left the key with me. Actually, my apartment is across the street."

Megan looked relieved.

"Thank goodness this isn't your apartment, or the Mafia would have found us! But I have a question: are the Mafia really that efficient? Even the CIA seems more capable than them!"

This is precisely what puzzled Rosen; only about five hours have passed since Martin's death.

If the Mafia really had that kind of power, they wouldn't have been killed by the IRS.

So here's the question: if the Bonanno family wasn't after Martin's matter, what was their purpose in contacting them?

Just as he was wondering what was going on, Rosen's phone suddenly rang.

"Hello, this is Rosen."

"Rosen, it's Donnie! Something's happened, I suddenly can't get in touch with Phil and Dennis!"

"Phil and Dennis have gone missing?"

"Yes! I'm taking Maggie to Texas to prepare for her delivery, and we agreed to keep in touch with Phil and Dennis every day. But since the day before yesterday, I haven't been able to get through to them on the phone!"

Rosen looked thoughtful, then left Megan and Franklin and went into the bedroom before continuing to speak.

"Donnie, I think that matter may have been exposed."

"What? Could it be the Los Angeles Police Department...?"

"No! It wasn't the LAPD! Just now, the Mafia suddenly broke into my apartment and searched it, but they left without finding anything. I wasn't in the apartment at the time. Donnie, do you know what happened?"

Donnie fell silent on the other end of the phone, and it took him a while to reply.

"Yes, when we were dividing the spoils that day, Phil unexpectedly discovered that the gold bars had the Bonanno family's mark on them."

Rosen didn't really examine the gold closely after receiving it, so he didn't notice the markings on it.

"You mean, our carefully planned operation ended up stealing Phil and Boss Dennis's gold?"

"Yes! Phil and Dennis were terrified, so they decided to sell off a batch of jewelry and run away immediately, sending me ahead. But they didn't expect..."

Phil and Dennis invested almost all their cash into the job, and when it came time to split the winnings, they gave most of their earnings to Rosen and the rest to Donnie.

So if they don't get rid of some of the jewelry, these two guys might not even be able to scrape together enough money for their trip.

But Rosen still had a question: how did the Mafia find Phil and Dennis in such a short time?

If the Los Angeles Police Department had investigated Phil and Dennis, Rosen wouldn't have been so surprised.

Could it be that someone betrayed the team?

Rosen's eyes instantly turned dangerous.

"Donnie, take care of yourself. There might be some trouble lately, but I'll take care of it soon."