Marco Conti's POV
okay, now, I was officially pissed off. I don't know that woman and all I know was her name, Anna, even that might be skeptical of her. I don't think it was her name after all. And the worst part was, my real ID has been stolen. Fuck.
I was out of the hotel that I have booked under my real name but with no proof to show myself, I have to figure something else. I have some stashed money in my bag but it's all I have. That bitch has caused enough damage for me now.
I went to the darker part of Athens to find someplace to lay low for the night. I might not have my ID but I need to make plans for the next move and how I should find that Anna or whoever she was.
I went to the local inn that was not too crowded for my taste. I walked through the lobby and there were only some people that were going into their rooms as I went to the counter.
"hi, room for one please?" I asked in Greek. I knew that it will be handy someday when I learned this language.
