CHAPTER 57
CLEAR TRUTHS
Francesco had reached the back door and jiggled with the lock of the screen door until he was able to unlock it. He could now sneak in from the front of the house. It smelled of dirt and rubbish, as if the house hadn’t been aired for many weeks. Biagio might not even live here. Maybe this was a front for something more sinister. If he had Elena, Francesco would kill him. Biagio would no longer do this to anyone else. He would no longer roam the earth.
Francesco entered a room but as he looked around and opened wardrobes, he found nothing. The room hadn’t been lived in. He made his way to another room, but it was cluttered with boxes and boxes of clothing and work tools. A suitcase lay near the window and held more clothes. A bag of tablets sat on top of the cloth
