CRAP. What else could best describe sitting in the dark while listening to Alejandro’s masterpiece for the hundredth time? It was ten in the evening, and Rome felt like it was going to explode any second.
Did you hear that, Maestro?]
"What?"
[This part.]
Rome heard Lucille’s fingers tapping on her computer. She rewound the piece and played a particular segment from it. Same old. He heard nothing but a man trying to kill his piano, not even a symphony or anything he could relate to.
[Listen to this part carefully...]
"I’m f*****g 'tone-deaf,’ Lucille!"
[Please. Just this one.]
"Shut up." He was angry when he stood from his chair and marched to the open window. He needed to breathe.
They had been wasting so much time in search of the Amati. Alejandro might be coming home soon, and h
