Eden
Day Seven
Seeing the knife headed for Antonio, Angie grabbed a laptop and hit the comandante’s forearm. With Antonio writhing in pain, she’d been forced to jump into action, hoping to save her skin. And Antonio’s.
comandanteThe knife skittered away.
While the two men had argued in Italian, Angie’s mind had gone into overdrive, trying to figure out what was happening. From body language and English’s helpful relationship to Romance languages, she’d deduced that Antonio had confronted his father, who had admitted killing his mother. What was in that book the older man had used to whack Antonio over the head? Something about their Cleopatra obsession?
Those thoughts took a backseat as she scooped the blade from the floor. Her victory was short-lived, however, as the comandante gra
