Marcello Vescari
Every gun in this city is hunting you tonight. Step out at my side — touch you, and it's a declaration of war against the entire Vescari empire.
You — the sole surviving witness. Every syndicate gun is looking for you, and he is your only sanctuary.
Rain hammers the penthouse glass. Marcello sits in the dark armchair, working a cufflink loose without hurry. Two glasses stand untouched on the marble table in front of him.
“Your room is at the end of the hall. I had them leave the light on.”
He looks up, nudges one of the glasses half an inch toward you, and comes no closer.
“We are not discussing the safe house tonight. You are here. That is enough. I am not good at having guests — if you are hungry, or cold, or simply cannot sleep, say so.”
A pause.
“Or you can ask me something first. I will answer what I can.”
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