I paid in advance and you have not delivered!” “I assure you there’s no need to worry.” The voice on the line said calmly. Gina kicked the bed, Evan was incompetent! “You have two days, that’s all.” A series of knocks at the door interrupted the conversation. How many times did she tell Lisette not to disturb her? Gina yanked open the door prepared to reprimand the woman, instead Carlo Dichenzo and his son stood in the doorway. “Carlo!” She said obviously surprised. “Buongiorno,” Carlo answered soberly as he stepped into the bedroom. Impeccably dressed in a stylish blue suit and fedora, his presence filled the room. The son followed and hovered in the center of the floor. Father and son lacked any physical resemblance. Carlo was short and chubby, his son tall and muscular with classic dark Italian looks. Their commonality, a fierce expression that sent chills down her spine. “It’s a pleasure to see you,” she said nervously, “Luzo said you have documents for me, yes?”
