Chapter 33

The Greyhound's engine let out a low rumble as it slowly pulled out of the Atlantic City terminal.

Clemenza sat in a window seat, resting her head against the cold glass. The bus wasn't full; mostly weary travelers. No one spoke, save for the occasional cough or the rustle of a turning newspaper.

It had started raining again. Fine threads of rain streaked across the window, blurring the ci