Silenced Lies

The Di Stefano estate was quiet that morning.

Paolo and Gino stood in front of his desk, stiff like two schoolboys waiting to get flogged.

Di Stefano didn’t look up at first. He was rolling a pen between his fingers, slowly, controlled and terrifying.

“I have been thinking for a while,” Di Stefano said finally, voice calm in a way that made both men sweat. “Someone wants to play games with me in m