The last day of the trial of the drug front in Tuscany, Siena had gone upstairs to the bedroom to bathe when her uncle had called her.
She watched the phone ring, wondering whether she should ignore it; wondering whether her Uncle would be able to tell that she was now f*****g with Ricci, by some means.
"Siena," Agostino said as soon as she picked up the call.
"Hello Uncle," Siena replied.
"I found out that the DiAmbrossis are making a headway in their recent courtcase," Agostino replied. "The judge might rule in their favour today."
She did not even ask him how he knew.
"Oh?" Was all Siena said.
"I know they must have messed with the investigation somehow," Agostino said."The judge must be in on it too."
"That seems plausible," Siena said.
"I don't know if you have access to the
