Butch drove over a gravel-covered slope, through the cemetery's iron gates, and parked beneath a dark green cypress.
Several attendants in black uniforms stood at the entrance to the service. One stepped forward, opened the Porsche's rear door, and bowed slightly.
Ririko got out first and straightened her skirt.
Fish Mooney emerged from the other side and surveyed her surroundings with an icy expression.
Butch followed behind Fish Mooney, allowing the attendants to check him for weapons.
The three of them followed the main path deeper into the cemetery.
A long table stood at the cemetery entrance, laid out with drinks and black-and-white pastries.
Quite a few people had already gathered on either side of the lawn, holding black umbrellas or wineglasses.
The mobsters who usually carried guns and knives had all changed into suits today, making themselves look respectable. They clustered in groups of three or five, boasting about their past dealings with Carmine.
One was recounting how Carmine had settled a dispute at the docks with a single dagger back in the seventies, while the men around him nodded along.
As Fish Mooney passed, the crowd parted to leave a narrow path. Their eyes briefly settled on her before sliding away.
Ririko looked past the crowd toward the row of holly trees at the far end of the cemetery.
Sofia Falcone stood at the front of a small group, dressed in a long black suit dress, her hair neatly tucked behind her ears and her face utterly expressionless.
Several older men stood beside her. They were all elder relatives of the Falcone Family, and now they stood obediently behind her, as though taking their places in a new dynasty.
Ririko headed toward that little cluster of people, who resembled a black iron curtain.
When she came within about