*Elio*

I had driven to the meeting place that Alessandro had given me in a rush, my mind running a million miles an hour as I considered what the implications of the warehouse fire were.

“Hey man,” I said as I walked up to Alessandro.

We were meeting in a busy coffee shop, which I had learned from my father was the best way to meet and ensure you wouldn’t be overheard. Meeting somewhere private might feel safe, but it was always possible for a ...