CHAPTER 55
A BRACELET
Loredana knocked on the heavy door, turning to the side to focus on the weed-filled garden and dying flowers. She wondered if Biagio worried about his front garden, as it was so unkempt. Francesco stood beside her and waited in trepidation, fidgeting and breathing heavily.
The door swung open a fraction. Biagio drew back with a frown, then stepped outside and closed the door behind him, forcing them to move back. “What are you doing here? I told you I’d come to your place.”
She looked to Francesco, who shook his head. “He wanted to know about your contacts in Laurino and couldn’t wait.”
Biagio cleared his throat. “Look, I called a few people and they told me she was home with her family. You see. You don’t need to worry. They expect she’ll be in touch soon.”
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