CHAPTER TWENTY :DECEMBER, 2011
It was a sumptuously decorated room. Several tan-coloured leather chairs and sofas were arranged, carefully around the room. The lighting was subdued, yet the many elaborate, obviously expensive paintings which adorned the walls were easily visible, each with their own dedicated illumination. The floor was a rich, mahogany timber and a large hand-woven rug filled the space between the furniture.
Gianni looked quite relaxed, sitting in one of the large chairs. He had helped himself to a measure of single malt whisky from the well-stocked cocktail bar and sipped at his drink.
“No sign of the American woman, but we are still looking. It was sheer luck when she was spotted by Agostino in Woolpit at the Cannabis farm we had to abandon. We lost track of her two
