“Who is this? And Do you have a death wish” he said calmly but his voice sent chills.
A pause.
“You’ll understand soon enough.”
The line went dead.
Dante stood motionless with the phone in his hand. He looked at the screen for a moment, then at the city beyond the window, then at something that wasn’t quite either of them the middle distance where the mind goes when it is running through possibilities at speed.
Someone knew about Valentina.
Someone knew she was his wife, knew the circumstances under which she had become so, and had an opinion about it strong enough to make contact.
His jaw tightened.
Meanwhile The silence of the cemetery was not an absence of sound, but a softening of it. The distant hum of city traffic reached these grounds only as a ghost of noise, gentled by the
