What the hell kind of alternate universe did I just walk in to? My legs suddenly felt heavier than before. Spots appeared in my line of vision. I tried to steady myself by holding on to the table next to me, but my arms weren’t doing what I wanted them to do, instead they flopped near my sides, hitting the table. And then my legs gave out and everything went black.****“Trace? Sweetheart?” Grandpa was hovering over me with a cold compress against my cheek. “There you go, take some deep breaths. You fainted.”I licked my dry lips and looked around. Several men in suits were standing behind Grandpa as he held the compress against my face.“I don’t understand.”Grandpa swore. “Give us a minute.”A man put his hand on Grandpa’s shoulder This time Grandpa stood and very calmly spoke in what I was now beginning to assume was Nixon’s and everyone else’s native language. It wasn’t Italian, that much I knew.“What language is that?” I sighed heavily and leaned against Grandpa as he helped me to my feet.“Sicilian.”My blood ran cold as memories flashed through my fuzzy brain.
