Chapter 18I got up and showered, put on yesterday’s clothes, and checked out. I headed over to the Cafe Duomo for a Cappuccino and a brioche. I walked in and sat near a window in front where I could watch the street. Mauro came over.
“Buongiorno, Warren.”
“Buongiorno, Mauro. A Cappuccino and a brioche, please.”
He nodded and left to get my coffee.
I sat thinking. They won’t be following me any longer: They are going to abduct me. The girl must have told them I was in the office, and they figured out I left with something. I must get into my rented apartment and retrieve my backpack. It had my passport satellite phone and a change of clothes. I had packed it as a go-bag just in case, I had to make a quick exit. Aashiq’s men would be watching the building; I was sure I would get in, but
