Chapter Twenty-Four
Sophia returned to Volterra the same way she had come. Two buses and two trains. This time, the trip seemed longer. She slept the last leg of the train even though it ran through the day.
When she arrived back in Volterra she was exhausted and hungry. And empty. She shut the large wooden doors behind her, locked them, then proceeded through the glass and iron-barred doors that separated the lobby from the library proper. She prepared in her head what to say to Leoncjusz as she walked into the Pacciani Room. But when she saw him, she forgot all about it.
He was lying in a pool of blood.
She inhaled sharply, fought the urge to vomit. Her attention was transfixed on his body. Several gunshots to the chest. The blood didn’t look fresh. He wasn’t breathing. He wasn’t wea
