Chapter 212
- GUSTAVO
- I stood in the foyer watching the delivery men carry in the last crates of decorations for the ball. Crystal vases. Black velvet drapes. Gold candle holders that caught the morning light off the marble floor. I pointed to the left hallway.
- “Those go in the ballroom first,” I said to the lead guy. “Line them up along the east wall. No stacking. And tell your crew to move quiet. No banging.”