“It’s hard to believe that something that happened decades ago could be resulting in these deaths today.” He took a sip of cappuccino, then popped a piece of a sailboat-sized croissant into his mouth.
Concrete-gray eyes had reflected grief and exhaustion when we’d first sat at a corner table. Now, angst flashed across that handsome, tanned face. “And yet, there can be no other reason. Pietro was responsible for hiring someone to kill Martine and his bodyguards … which seems so inconceivable … but I have to believe you.” He scanned people in the busy coffee shop. “Do you think Antoinetta was somehow involved, despite what she told you?”
I recalled the transient expression of worry and fear in her gaze. “We’re not sure she was actually involved, but it’s quite possible she knew more than s
