CASA DI RECLUSIONE
In the morning, Alana got a call from Rafaela, telling her that she would join us at the jail where Hamza Yavuz was being kept in Civitavecchia.
“How did you know we were going there?” she asked Rafaela.
“My dear friend,” and I could hear Rafaela’s smile coming through the earpiece of the phone. “Don’t you know by now that I know everything that goes on?”
Alana laughed, but she turned to me with a wide-eyed expression of wonderment.
“Also, we’re having Olivia d’Alantonio’s remains exhumed today,” Rafaela said.
“I have to leave around noon,” Alana mentioned. “Unfortunately, I have to return to Vienna to work. But I’ll be at the jail to see you first.”
“Perfetto!” exclaimed the Roman inspector.
That done, we finished packing up Alana’s things since I had already ag
