*Lucas*
The jet lands smoothly in Rome, and my heart races as we step onto the tarmac. The air is warm for the season, a stark contrast to the cool office I left behind.
David has made sure a dark SUV is holding ready for us. David and the two bodyguards flank me as we make our way to the car. I am pretty sure I am in no danger here but David doesn’t want me to be taking any chances.
“Let’s go,” I say, urgency in my voice.
We drive through the winding streets, the architecture a blend of ancient and modern. I barely register the beauty of it; my mind is fixated on the addresses David managed to dig up. The first is Ashley's art consultancy. It’s supposed to be a thriving business. I can almost envision her there, surrounded by canvases and color, her laughter echoing through the studi
