CHAPTER IV
Three days later
The night, with its dark cloak covering vices and virtues, lights and shadows, and the glances behind elusive faces, had come to envelop with its superhuman discretion the many lives that crossed the streets intertwining their trails. A discretion that expressed itself with the intimacy that only darkness can give; in that darkness, which makes everything and everyone similar to the shadows and erases the differences, sometimes the hunter becomes prey and vice versa.
A light rain had streaked the illuminated streets of the city, but soon had given way to a veil of mist, descended from above like an impalpable entity that was about to envelop everything, looming and yet reassuring.
Scott Brewer had just finished dinner. The San Gregorio restaurant, the most f
