CHAPTER 22
Giovanni stood at the foot of the stairs, several soldiers standing beside him. Taking a deep breath, he nodded sideways. The small group backed away, hiding behind the solid kitchen island while Giovanni gave another nod to a fourth soldier by the door.
‘Fire in the hole,’ yelled the man.
They all crouched down and waited for the explosive device to break through the door. Following the blast, the soldiers rushed forward, pushing it open and, with guns in hand, investigated below.
Giovanni soon followed, preparing himself for the gruesome sight of the corpse of the woman he’d grown very fond of in recent months.
As expected, the stench of death filled his nostrils and he almost gagged. Covering his mouth and nose with his hand, he continued forward down the steps and along
