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f the art galler
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ed nails digging into my suit jacket as s
uealed, gesturing wildly. "It rep
paint on a canvas and had the audacity
ng a long sip of champagne to
ked my
s since Elena had com
ays of
Penance Room or her be
r stew. She needed to learn tha
ilence wa
nce in the house. A tension. A
Villa fel
tugging at my sleeve.
d down
jectively. Perfect sy
ated on my nerve
was
as neve
steel wrap
ow, her eyes had burned with
as a sharp, cold grip around my heart
across
rk hair. The famili
" I sai
through the crowd, ignoring th
an's shoulder and
ooked up at
iello!" she stammer
my hand droppi
hammering aga
ell was wr
, hanging on me like a
g," I s
ed at
ed in her eye
dden wave o
ed to
d to se
o see her
phone and glance
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and unfamilia
d her too f
of course. I'd never actually kill th
d to fi
sigliere, who was shadowing
Don Vi
Villa. Tomo
manded. "Thousands of
n eyebrow. "For
owled. "Fo
nd necklace she looked at in Mil
ons for a week," I added, alr
e will thank me. W
g the look of reli
aiting for me.
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