Trust No Shadow

Even after the men had dragged Paolo’s limp body out of the room, the floor had been wiped clean. The chairs were repositioned. The atmosphere still lingered of blood.

Di Stefano stood in front of the wide glass window, slowly rolling the cuffs of his sleeves back down. His expression was calm, eerily calm for someone who’d just executed a man he’d held meetings with for years.

Behind him, Gino qu