Chapter 16
Siena, Italy
Marco
SEVERAL DAYS LATER, we received a reply from my grandmother, and the morning after that we boarded the Lear for our flight to Siena, where we were met by our driver c*m bodyguard Salvatore Alberti. Sal, as he asked to be called, was on the good side of thirty, tall and very muscular. When he extended an arm to point in the direction of the waiting Mercedes sedan, I got a flash of a shoulder holster under his jacket.
When our bags were in the trunk and we were sitting in the backseat of the car, Sal handed each of us a cell phone.
“These are satellite phones,” he said, as he gave us each a charger to go with the phones. “Speed dial one will connect with my phone; speed dial three connects with il Duca; and speed dial five will be regarded as an SOS. Slip t
