LXI. CESARE ROMANO (POV)

“Gianni De Angelis,” Ottavio says at last, without hesitation, not wasting my time. The name makes me frown slightly, faintly familiar, but not enough to matter.

“Is that supposed to mean anything to me?” I ask, my voice rough, as if I haven’t used it in longer than it’s actually been.

“He’s one of ...

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