CHAPTER SIX
THE WOMAN LAY A COUPLE of feet away, in a quickly widening pool of blood. Her long neck was slashed, her life’s blood spreading quickly toward Fabiana. The smell of garbage poisoned the air and the ground beneath her cheek felt gritty and uneven.
Blood dripped down Fabiana’s face.
The sound of footsteps stopped nearby. A polished, leather loafer dug into her side.
She forced herself to lie still, eyes closed.
Something clanged off the stones by her head and, after a long moment, the renewed sound of footsteps told her the man, who smelled of expensive cologne, was walking away. When she opened her eyes, a bloody stiletto was lying next to her head. Her knife. She tried to push herself upright. But her hand landed in a congealing puddle of blood and something inside her sna
