Dante

My glass was almost empty, and my ice had melted into the bourbon. I wasn’t actually drinking it, I just held onto the glass because I didn't want to seem bored.

My host was blabbing on about some real estate transaction in Tuscany — he’d been at it for a good ten minutes straight. I nodded occasionally, not really paying attention to him, as I scanned the room instead. There were too many people in here. Too many eyes, and too many mouths grinning in disguise.

And that was when ...