He sighs heavily. “Look, lady. I normally don’t pick up this late, but business has been slow, so I did. You’ve made me regret it. Have yourself a good night.”
“Please!” I beg, desperate. “I have to talk to Eddie! I have to talk to him right now!”
He snaps, “Yeah, well, that’s gonna be kinda hard, lady, because my grandpa died in 1974.”
All the breath leaves my lungs. A sob catches in my throat. Two more fluorescent light bulbs in the ceiling explode with a pop. “Kayla.”
When I whirl around in panic, Fiona is holding out one of Dante’s envelopes to me.
“Read the name on the return address,” she says gently.
Hyperventilating, I snatch it from her hand. “Dante Alighieri,” I cry, shaking my head. “His name is Dante Alighieri! So what?”
“Don’t just look at it…see.”
When I return my gaz
