Chapter 25
Conti, Italy
Dani
WHEN WE WERE back in our apartment, Marco said, “I’ve got to study these reports.” He looked at his watch. “Why don’t you order us a light lunch to be served at twelve?”
“I’ll take care of it. Mind if I glance at those reports?”
“Help yourself.”
He went into the den, spread the reports out on the desk, and began to skim through them while I went to answer a knock at the door. When I opened it, a man in a FedEx uniform entered the room, pushing a dolly containing two large boxes ahead of him.
“Sign here, please,” he said.
I signed for the shipment and closed the door behind him when he left. Then I opened the boxes, which contained, as expected, suits, shirts, ties, and dress shoes, plus stacks of underwear and socks. Il Duca, or someone who worked for h
