Alessia Mancini
Greco's eyes darted around the room, like a cornered animal searching for an escape. Sweat beaded on his forehead, glistening in the soft lamplight. I could almost taste his fear, acrid and metallic on my tongue.
"I... I told her about your routines," he stuttered, his gaze finally settling on me. "When you came and went from the casino, who you met with..."
My stomach clenched, a cold dread seeping through my veins. How long had he been watching me? The idea of Vitale's eyes following my every move made my skin crawl.
Giovanni's arm tightened around me, a silent reassurance. His voice, when he spoke, was deceptively calm. "And what else?"
Greco swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. "I... I planted a bug in your office, Signor Moretti. And... and in Signorina Manci
