“I know.”
She studies my tattoo with unnerving focus, almost hypnotized by it.
“Calabria.”
“What?”
For a moment I think I've misheard her.
“Somehow they moved her to Calabria.”
“You're insane if you think you're doing anything inside Schiavone's territory.”
I shake my head.
“I don't care how much guilt you're carrying. You're not setting foot there.”
“Lorenzo, I won't explain how or what is going to happen. But I swear it won't affect any of us.”
“How could it not? Do you think that territory was chosen by accident? We have traitors, and your father and that bastard Giacomo are probably two of them. That girl wasn't placed there for no reason. Do you know what they're trying to do, Valentina?”
“Take your seat within Cosa Nostra.”
She states the most obvious objective.
“They wa
