Chapter 67 (Elena's POV)

Early the next morning, I rode my motorcycle to my great-uncle's motel.

I knocked—three times, pause, twice.

Simone opened the door.

My great-uncle sat in the armchair by the window, a cup of espresso in hand.

Franco and Aldo were there too—I'd texted them to come.

Five people crammed into...

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