Luciano
Niccoló gives me a play by play. Savannah drives down to the bad side of town, stops at some busted up crack house.
She steps out, walks in like she belongs there.
"Do I go in?"
"Sí."
He trailed her into the house, conversation filtering through the line.
"Eugene?"
"Ah, Savannah Helms. How have you been, sweetie?"
"Oh, I'm even better now that you're here. You'll be my early birthday present."
I ask Niccoló if she's visibly armed, he tells me she's not. That she's just conversing.
"How's your mother? I haven't seen her in years?"
"No doubt burning in hell. Who knows, she and Satan have a love hate relationship, what with them being so alike."
"I always did like her. I liked her even more when she sold me you."
Why is she talking to this cagna like he's a friend?
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