“It’s a girl,” I said in as calm a voice as I could manage. “A fuckinggirl.Nothing to get excited about.”
“Nobody’s supposed to be leaving!”
“It’s two cars,” I pointed out.“Two.One’s probably a nobody – ”
“Adriano Rosolini’s not a nobody!” Cesare raged.
“No, but we don’t give a shitabout him, right? Only Dario.”
“Mrm,” Cesare grunted like he hated agreeing with me.
“Follow the plan,” I said, trying not to sound like I was begging. “It’s a good plan.”
Cesare didn’t say anything as he resumed pacing again.
I looked at my watch.
Forty-five minutes left.
FUCK.
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Dario
Iwalked wearily down the hall towards my bedroom.
I knew what was coming, and I wasn’t looking forward to it.
When I knocked and opened the door, I found Alessandra pacing back and forth. She clutched her rosary in one hand and was rubbing the beads incessantly with her fingers.
I thought I heard her whispering prayers beneath her breath.
“You should be lying down,” I said gently.
She glared at me as she continued to pace. “I’m fine.”
“Alessandra – ”
“That man Niccolo was talking about – why did you kill his father?”
Well, at least we were getting right into it. No dancing around the topic.
“Because he tried to kill Lars and me in prison. He andfiveof his men, I might add.”
“Whydid he try to kill you and Lars?”
“He wasCamorra.I’mCosa Nostra.They hate us.”
“Why?”
“For reasons that go back at least a century.” Then I admitted grudgingly, “Although I’m sure it didn’t help that the Amato family was trying to take over Naples.”
“So you killed the father,” she said angrily, “and now his son is back for revenge.”
“I never didanythingto Aristide Caproni until the day he tried to murder me. If he had left me alone, he would still be alive today.”
As Alessandra continued to pace back and forth, the anger in her expression seemed to shift –
