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it ended because one old ma
in the service corridor beh
between the elevator and Dante Moretti's study. Two guards on that stud
rking garage and the whole city agreed he'd deserved it. Stairs, exits, the seconds b
ce cut down the hall like a d
ing na
them
My mother gave it to me the night before she disappeared. She said, Keep it where nobody can take it, and then
and without looking at me. The head cook had arms like a boxer, and fo
ed. "You look lik
m f
liar. Ea
it in four bites, stand
Chandeliers the size of small cars. A string quartet playing something sad and expensive. Men in dark suits
our eyes at chest height, your face pleasant and empty, your shoulders a little r
glass he never drank from. He had the kind of grin that made you want to t
d. "I'm terrified
d for posture." He
reathe. Then th
d people turned a few degrees toward the doors, like fl
retti wa
ng on him that said what he was worth, which somehow said it louder. His face looked built for giving orders and then never use
m me. I counted it. I k
raduation. I knew everything about Lucian. He'd raised Dante after his parents died. He was the first per
t of me and took a
ie, c
ourse
e glass and watched me, and
s your
Sienna
dead man I used to know. Weight on the left, chin a
o shake. I counte
sir. I'm j
turn his head. "Come lo
he first time in eight months,
face once, forehead, nose, jaw, like he was reading a doc
," he
na Ca
you were
stopped. I don
ut he was looking at me, and the old man was smiling, and my mother's compass
Cole,"
ere, a glass was set
s daughter,"
es
in my house for
s for eight months, Mr. M
and I'd say it again. Somebod
and when he spoke it wasn't loud. It was wor
ghter of the man who sold m
true. My f
t landed like a slap. "D
d ugly. Six years of it. "You don't
idn't shake. His hands did, just slightly. I saw it. "Cole is a stain on this house. She came h
look at
leaves with her but what she
t meet my eyes. They dragged me backward across the marble, my heels
ed across the polished stone and stopped ag
a magazine cover. She turned the compass over once in her fingers,
kindly. More like I was
mine. Please
y lis
n a question I'd spend the next year wishing I hadn
cian said,
d people did
" Dante said
the p
it in the
No coat, no phone, thirty-one dollars folded in my
vement, shaking, coun
k car I hadn't noticed sw
hadn't heard
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