Soon she’d started to shake uncontrollably, both from the cold and the pain in her stretched arms. It was as if they’d been waiting for her to do exactly that. At a word from Harlequin, Bauta lifted the camera and filmed her for a minute or so, before Harlequin gave another command. “Quanto basta...
So she took a detour. She told herself she was just going for a walk. It was true that she loved Venice on these winter afternoons, when the bora, the cold north wind, whisked tiny flakes of snow down from the mountains and the air seemed to sparkle as if filled with specks of gold. This was the ...
This was the region where the grapes for prosecco were grown, and every spare inch of land was covered in neat rows of vines. The Institute itself, a former monastery, was so hidden away that, if it weren’t for a discreet sign by the roadside, it would have been easy to miss the tall metal gates....
Because it was written in Carnivia’s site-specific programming language, any information that might have enabled him to trace its creator was encrypted. There was one part, though, that was in clear text. When he’d designed the encryption, Daniele had deliberately excluded numerals. In any code, ...