Chapter 15
Rome. 1995.
Enrico leaned heavily against the bar, looking around himself in the almost empty room. He stood almost a head above the few other people scattered about the café, so he didn’t have to meet anyone’s eye. As he scanned the back of the room, the door chimed and his sister walked in.
“Sorella mia,” he said, rising to greet her. She lashed him a smile.
“You must need something, fratello, if we’re already talking about our blood ties.” She kissed him on each cheek to put him at ease and settled herself in the seat next to his. “Is this about that abominable spectacle last week? I certainly hope not,” she said as she unwrapped the dark green scarf from around her neck and placed it on the back of her chair, “though I admit I’ve been wondering how you’re planning on han
