Chapter 97

• I slipped back into my black nightgown, feeling the soft fabric glide over my skin. As I adjusted the straps, my mind was preoccupied with tumultuous thoughts about what to do next. Curiosity about Michele Nicaso's affairs still consumed me, but the sense of intrusion also weighed on my conscience.
• Before I could decide, the door swung open abruptly, interrupting my reverie. A bald man entered, his eyes scanning me with surprise. He was one of Michele's henchmen, a familiar face, though I couldn't recall where I'd seen him before.
• “Was expecting to find Mr. Nicaso here,” he said, his rough voice echoing in the silent office space.