Chapter 9 The Man With The Poisonous Smile
- The gallery had no name. Just a black wooden door in a silent alley, with a small Latin inscription that roughly translated to: "Everything that hides, screams in silence."
- Perfect.
- Dante was the first to step out of the car. As always, impeccable. As always, calculated. He offered me his hand. I took it. But that night, I wasn’t the decorative wife.