*Giovani*
I stood in my office, leaning over a map of Florence on a spare table we’d dragged in there a few days ago. My desk had been pushed against the wall to accommodate, but I hadn’t wanted to sit since then anyway. The map, push-pinned to hell and back, took precedence.
Tallon, Alessandro, and Gabriele had all been rotating in and out of my office for days. I didn’t take meetings outside the compound anymore. I couldn’t, not until I knew Lorenz was six feet under.
I sighed and smoothed out a wrinkled corner of the map. Lorenz hadn’t made a peep since we took Sal back. The man clearly had more information than he could’ve wanted out, so Lorenz’s silence unnerved me. What was he planning?
Could we have been wrong to trust Sal?
Again?
The door swung open to reveal Tallon with a bag of chips in his hands. I straightened.
“Had to pull the heist of the century to get these without Maria appearing to make me something ‘more substantial,’” he said.
