Chapter 40
- It seemed to Francesca that everything happening wasn't real. The voices echoed, the images blurred. She was an audience in a show and the script had become jumbled, yet somehow she was entangled with it.
- When Gio pointed his gun at her, a cold sweat broke out all over her body, yet on that spot above her nose where the gun was aimed, heat burned fiercely.
- "How about that?"