CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Rome at six in the morning smelled like stone and old coffee and the particular quiet of a city that had seen everything and was simply waiting to see more.
I moved through it quickly.
Dark clothes. Head down. Laptop under my arm. My phone is sitting on the hotel bed exactly where Daniel would look for it first…because Daniel always looked, always checked, always knew. Without it I was invisible. Without it I was just a girl who grew up in these streets walking through them before the city woke up.
I knew every turn.
Every shortcut.
Every alley that opened somewhere unexpected.
My father's daughter.
Always counting exits.
The building Vittorio had sent me to was on a quiet street in a part of Rome that looked ordinary from the outside and was clearly anything but
