Chapter 131
- I clutched my coat tighter around my body as I stepped onto the cracked pavement outside the safehouse.
- Naples at night was a haunting thing, quiet in all the wrong places, shadows spilling like oil between broken streetlamps and crooked alleyways.
- I moved fast but careful, head down, watching every corner. I had memorized the route to the Old Port Chapel. I couldn’t afford to get lost. Not tonight.