Chapter 39 It had to have been Frank who shot at me. Alvar wouldn’t have missed.
Oh, Arianna . . . How did it happen? Did he not believe your denials, or did you outright admit it to spite him? It’s got to be the former. She wouldn’t have come clean. Yet, it’s clear now that Moretti bought Valentino’s story.
By now, they’ve surely congregated back at the house and are organizing to come after me. A modern day lynch mob. I bet Alvar’s licking his chops.
I wonder if they even know who they’re chasing. Do they think it’s me or Valentino? I’m covered up pretty well so I doubt anyone got a great look. I’m not sure it matters, though. They know one of us is out here, and they’ve probably figured out that I’m not armed. They’ll be coming after me quickly.
If I ever get that close to Moretti a
