Were they following me?
Had I understood correctly?
Why would anyone have any interest in following me?
As these questions continued to swirl in my head, I noticed that the two motorcyclists had decided to stop the pursuit, surely convinced that it was no longer worth it.
"We can't let our guard down," said the strange woman behind the wheel after realizing the same thing I had seen. "I'll drop you off at the airport in five minutes."
My mind was a whirlwind of doubts.
"Wait a moment, you still owe me an answer."
The atmosphere around me seemed not only to have cooled but also become tense enough that even breathing became difficult.
The silence that followed did nothing to improve it. Even Alessandro seemed to have been infected, and nothing remained of the sensual dancer I had a
