RESCUING HIS QUEEN
Everything was supposed to go according to plan; everything was squared away and ready, but that night something went wrong. In the dark world of the Mafia, that was a terrible sign.
The roar of the Maserati’s V8 engine pierced the night along the coastal highway toward Anzio. It was raining heavily, but Aaron didn’t care about the wet asphalt or the sharp turns he took at over one hundred and eighty kilometers per hour.
Beside him, in the passenger seat, the satellite phone was emitting an intermittent tracking signal that had just died. That was a panic signal for Aaron.
Sofía had not arrived at the meeting with the auditors of the Banco Ambrosiano, just as they had agreed. Her armored car had been intercepted in a tunnel on the Via Aurelia; two of her bodygua
