The van stops outside my apartment building on Via Guelfa. When I slide out of the van’s back seat, Andrea automatically follows. She goes around to the back of the vehicle, opens one of the two doors, grabs a stuffed duffel bag.
“Where exactly do you think you’re going?” I question.
Her thick, dark hair blows in the breeze. Her face is still blackened by the camo, but that doesn’t steal away any of her beauty. Regardless, doesn’t matter if our mission to locate the da Vinci cave on behalf of God above and the good earth below is a mission to save the world—she and her buddies used me as bait, and I nearly got my head lobbed off because of it. Maybe I find her attractive as all hell. Christ, maybe I even I’m falling for her. But my gut tells me she can’t be trusted.
