Bari, Italy
Day Two
Bumping into an Italian woman dressed in a black burqa, Samantha hustled down the blocks to the police station. She’d left a rattled Stryker in the Magpie Café, sipping an espresso. Her mission was to figure out why Zoe’s death report had gone missing and see the body.
Because of the absent report, she was going in undercover. Besides, odds were always with the house. Pulling lip gloss out of her eggplant-colored fleece pocket, she dabbed it on her dry lips as she settled into her legend as a Spanish woman named Maria Donnetella. Sam rolled her r’s a few times for practice. Having grown up in Florida, she could do passable Spanish. Not like Stryker, who was a walking Tower of Babel.
Three crows pecked at a fallen bag of Doritos near a trash bin, reminding her of Po
