Porto Antonio Piazza,
San Remo, Italy
Amy stepped between three young boys dressed in rags, huddling on the Casino’s grand pillared entrance steps. The mix of poor and wealth pulled on her heartstrings, leaving a bad taste in her mouth. She shook her head in disgust.
She plodded up the steps, passed security personnel, and entered the Casino’s large ballroom to scout around for Jack and Mr. Black. Pyke had sent her images of Zagan and his associates. She scanned the room, checking faces.
The ballroom bulged with hopeful gamblers, their overexcited chatter rumbling above slot machine noises, their pinging and whistles setting off shouts of joy from winners and gasps of sadness from losers. A large glitter ball hung over the tables, slowly turning, sending sparkles across the decaden
