Alessandro
The front door of the Pisano mansion opens as I’m exiting my SUV. Rocco rushes out, carrying a big folder under his arm, and heads down the stone steps toward one of the other four cars parked on the driveway. His suit jacket is unbuttoned, and I can see that he’s wearing a bulletproof vest under his dress shirt. I size up the car he’s getting into. It’s not one of those fancy convertibles he likes, but a sturdy SUV with heavily tinted windows. Seems that last night’s events scared him enough to start using an armored vehicle. Good. I wait until the entourage leaves the driveway, then head inside the mansion.
One of the maids is standing at the foot of the stairwell, polishing the wooden banister with a sour-smelling chemical. Ravenna doesn’t seem to be around, so I turn towa
