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I was sweating by the time I made it to the floor where Anna was staying. The place was quaint and old but it lacked the charm the buildings in Scotland had.
I saw a man whose muscles were straining at the seams of his designer shirt and my mouth dried up. Looking down at the ring on my finger a little worm of guilt gnawed at me.
“Excuse me may I help you?” The man’s voice had a slight twang to it that did not belong in Italy. He also had the bearing of someone that was either ex-military or law enforcement.
“Military or law enforcement?” The guy raised a blonde eyebrow and then narrowed his eyes at me.
“If you aren’t on the list you need to leave.” He took a menacing step towards me and I was grateful for wearing dark trousers because if I were less of a man, I may have tinkled m
