Chapter 126
- ELIZABETH’S POV
- I didn’t know what fear was until I stepped off the plane into the Sicilian night and felt it wrap around my throat like a noose.
- The air was hot and dry, heavy with the scent of diesel from the waiting convoy. The tarmac was cracked and old, a strip of darkness surrounded by scrubby fields. In the distance, the hills rose black against a fading sky, and somewhere out there was Richard.