Luke didn't give up.
He started showing up outside the hospital where I worked.
Every day, the same black sedan was parked in the same spot. He'd sit behind the rolled-down window, watching me walk in and out. He never stopped me or called my name. He just watched.
I acted as if he didn't exist. Not once did I turn my head.
Eventually, he changed locations. Now he parked outside my apartment complex.
The security guards questioned him a few times. His bodyguards stepped in, exchanged a few words, and after that, no one dared approach him again.
He sat in his car smoking cigars. Sometimes for hours. Sometimes until sunrise.
It was becoming a real headache.
Matteo wrapped an arm around me. "I'll talk to him."
The next afternoon, Matteo walked out of the apartment complex and stoppe
