Maya's POV
Luca came to find me in the kitchen.
His expression was the specific one he wore when something had landed that he hadn't catalogued yet. Not troubled. Interested.
"Rosa Verde," he said. "Emilio's granddaughter. She's in Naples. She read the article."
I put down my coffee. "She knows about the ring."
"The journalist mentioned the building. Rosa put it together." He leaned against the counter across from me. "She wants to know if we found anything."
Sofia had gone twenty minutes ago with the diplomatic instinct of someone who understood when there was a crowd. Aria was in her room introducing Gerald to his home environment in careful detail.
Just us in the kitchen.
"What did you tell her," I said.
"That I'd call her back." He held my gaze. "It's her family's history. The
