"Please. You know our investigation is currently ongoing," Alex said, and then stopped again.

This was a dream. This had to be a dream. But why was he dreaming about arguing with Nicoletta Corlioni regarding when he last spoke to her in the latest inevitably futile attempt to lock her and her siblings the hell up once and for all?

Not that working in Organized Crime for the past fifteen years had made him at all bitter or anything.

"Nothing happened to me. At least, nothing besides stress from having to clean up after you and your sister's dead bodies." He rubbed his face. "I really hope this is a fucking bizarre dream."