Bella joined the others in the courtyard, where they huddled over morning espresso. Stillman clapped his hands to silence the morning chatter. He explained that he had details to arrange while they embarked on a scavenger hunt in Florence. He waved off their questions with a smile. “I’ll be there in time to judge the winner.” Maybe she could get Phillip alone, Bella thought, since Stillman wouldn’t be around. “Giacomo will explain when he drops you off. Our van has arrived, so you’ll go in that today. It’s out front now. You have a strict timetable and rules for the hunt.” Stillman’s eyes sparked with delight. “I’ll meet you tonight at eight in front of the Duomo. Good luck and be safe. And no cheating.” On the drive into the city, Bella heard her voice—shrill to her own ears—laugh at Rune’s monologue of jokes over the possible nature of the scavenger hunt. Behind her, Phillip chatted with Lee in the back seat as if they were regular golfing partners. Getting him alone, she realized, might be a challenge.
