CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
I turned around and stopped.
It was not Daniel standing in the restaurant doorway.
It was Elena. This woman again from the party…she was immaculately dressed. Chin up. The performance back in place…warm, concerned, the very picture of a woman doing someone a favour by delivering difficult information.
She had a photograph in her hand and Daniel was standing directly behind her.
Elena had planned this perfectly.
She had watched Sylvia leave the party with Enzo. Had followed at a distance. Had seen the three men move. Had waited…patient, certain…for the moment she needed and when Enzo had pulled Sylvia close and covered her with his jacket she had taken the photograph immediately and cropped it carefully for it to look like his arm was around her. Just the closeness
