Chapter 11
I stared at the bare doorstep.
When we’d gotten out of the place of our confinement, I’d realized we’d been right next to Il Rotolino. The same building, pretty much attached to the establishment. I’d wondered whether the two places were actually connected on the inside, and whether the panini shop was one of Lazzaro Benocchi's more 'legal' endeavors.
But, I hadn’t had the time or inclination to find out—and most importantly, Giuseppe had been there to ensure we didn’t loiter or stray from the plan. If it were what I suspected, though, and seeing that Benocchi and Vianetti worked together, it made sense to think everything pointed to the same place in the end.
Now, we were back to where I’d started. Back to square one, minus the bag. I’d asked Crowley about his reaction when
