Gianna
I squinted as Nico turned the lights on and blinked. So this was Alessandro Baldocchi’s study, and it’s clearly been locked because the air was suffocating here. And musty. It looked old with all the dark wooden panelling and dark wood furniture, and heavy carpets.
“So what are we looking for?” I demanded, staring around.
“For info on these,” Nico shuffled in his pocket and pulled out an old coin engraved with some kind of weird symbol. There was a photograph too, and that same symbol was painted in red on the floor in that. It frankly looked ominous.
“What in hell is that?” I frowned.
“That’s what we need to find out,” he said, his jaw hardening as his dark eyes searched around. “The bastards left this as some kind of warning for us. We found it at the location of one of o
