Friday arrives in the blink of an eye, and by late afternoon Mia appears, just as she warned she would.
She slips inside discreetly because the instant any Capodecina learns she is alive, they will call for her head, Giácomo’s, and Siena’s.
Traitors.
Neither she nor Siena asks about the gaunt-faced man. They do not even care. His existence remains tied to the thread of life only because he may still be useful in locating Paolo, Dante, Alessa, and Carina.
Swallowed by the earth, not even our scouts have seen them anywhere in Calabria, and there is no news that they have left the country.
We kill traitors, but the only thing separating Giácomo from death is a few more turns of the clock’s hands, until we find them all.
I dream of the moment when Alexandra is lucid enough to decide how
