Chapter 23 Entering Hell

• Italy was no longer a romantic postcard. It was a hunting board. And I, a shadow disguised as a woman.
• Naples burned under a treacherous sun. The streets pulsed with the buzz of tourists and the metallic echo of patrols. On every corner, surveillance cameras. At every step, curious faces that could be enemy eyes.
• I moved forward wrapped in a beige coat, blonde wig, dark glasses, and a foreign perfume that didn’t belong to me. My passport said I was Swedish. My expression dared anyone to check.