Breaching the Fortress

TEO

Surrounded by 20-foot razor wire-topped walls, the Conti compound sits like a concrete cancer in the New Jersey darkness. From my perch in the tree line, I count at least six guards clearly visible; floodlights sweep the perimeter in rehearsed patterns. The place resembles a prison rather than a family house, most likely exactly what Rosalie wanted.

Angelo says, lowering his binoculars, “Therm