After I shower in my bathroom and get dressed in my usual figure-hugging dress and sleek hair and makeup, I wander back downstairs to the club to see what needs doing. Alexi never came upstairs with me, waiting for Santagato to show up, and I have no doubts they are probably in the second-floor VIP lounge as we speak. I’ve only been up here for forty minutes since we got back, and we didn’t come far. The club is minutes from his old bolthole, and I already miss it. The way he was when we ...