Chapter Nineteen
WE AGREED TO MEET THE Hercules in a neutral location, somewhere between Rome and Tivoli. The place was just off the highway—presumably so we could make a quick getaway by car if necessary, instead of having to deal with back streets or whatnot. We approached a cluster of buildings colored in warm yellows and oranges, out in the open where they could easily be spotted from the back of a flying horse.
And where said flying horse would easily be spotted as it approached.
I surveyed the area, trying to catch a glimpse of the snipers who’d been positioned for our protection. It was probably a good thing that I couldn’t spot them, but it also left this tiny doubt in the back of my mind that they were really there. Trying to shake off that irrational bit of uncertainty, I foll
