Dupont’s phone rang as he was just about to go to lunch. He cursed when he saw it was his superior.
“Sir?”
“I have some rather interesting news that may or may not be related to your Mr Henersley.”
Dupont rolled his eyes. “He’s not my Mr Henersley…you gave me this case, knowing it could led to criminal organisation activity.”
“Yes, well…concerning all that, it has just come across my desk that Andre Luici aka Don Luici of Costa Nostra English division entered Italy two hours ago.”
“Italy? Why is that news…he was born in Italy wasn’t he?”
“Sicily to be exact…but that’s the thing, he wasn’t heading towards what would be home…”
“Oh…where was he heading?”
“In the complete opposite direction, apparently he landed and checked into a hotel in Genoa.”
“Genoa!? Hang on…” Dupont got up and
