Lou found Stefano in bed with a woman. She slept even though he sat up almost immediately, pointing the gun in Lou’s direction with decent accuracy.
He swore when he saw her. “What is it? Is it Konstantine?”
His irritation folded into concern.
“No,” Lou said.
And the sound of her voice was enough to rouse the naked sleeping woman.
“Che sta succedendo?” The woman sat up. “È tua moglie?”
Che sta succedendo?È tua moglie?“I told you I don’t have a wife.” To Lou, he said, “You can’t be here.”
Lou realized she was dripping on the floor and wondered why she’d felt the urgent need to come. “I’ve caught you at a bad time.”
He waved his hand. “Just tell me what you want.”
“Were you serious about repaying that favor?” Lou asked.
“Sì,” he said. “But is this an emergency? Did you have to find
