Priest and Aggie flew back to Vienna and tried to piece together what they had found so far. Not the Paletti Notebook, since it wasn’t in Florence, and not any more information to help them in their search for it. But one thing they did find: Evidence of the existence of a Paletti restaurant right where they were told it would be.
By the time they landed in Vienna, Alana was already on the phone with Priest to join in the conversation.
“So, the guy really lived,” Aggie said, somewhat triumphantly.
“Yeah. Seems so,” Priest acknowledged.
“Now what?” Alana asked.
“Doesn’t seem like it’s in Florence,” Priest replied. “So, we go back to the scraps of photographs that we have and try to draw more inferences from it. I was working on this translation on the flight down to Florence, so let me
