Chapter 19 A Scarce Commodity

• For a moment, Vincenzo’s expression darkened, unease etching every line of his face with a rigidity impossible to conceal.
• “Why the interest?” he asked, recognizing the voice on the other end as he stepped away discreetly, as if instinctively aware that this conversation was not for others’ ears.
• “I want answers,” the voice snapped, sharp and unyielding, carrying a weight that felt less like a request and more like a demand. “And believe me, what I’ve been hearing hasn’t exactly put me at ease.”