"I may have heard of them, yes," is all she answers. "So then you would probably know my uncle, Angelo Moretti. He married a horrible b***h named Bianca. But I guess they were both horrible people. Like-minded people normally attract each other. Anyway, they both died in a bombing in Brazil a few days ago. Good riddance, I say." I can see she is getting worked up by my words. "Why would you say such a thing about your own family?" "Because they are the ones that had me kidnapped when they tried to kill me. But I suppose you know all about that, don't you, Beatrice Greco?" I ask and she looks at me in shock.
"I knew that fake smile looked familiar. Why pretend that you don't know exactly who I am?" I ask getting up. "I have no idea what you are talking about. I don't think I can do busines
