Alessandro woke up earlier than I did. That seemed to be a rare occurrence, but I supposed if you ran an entire mafia family, you had to get your rest sometime. Still, I could tell he was excited by the way he was hurrying around the room, trying to be quiet.

"Good morning," I greeted sleepily.

"Good morning, sunshine," he answered. His smile was nearly as bright as the sunrise itself. "If we want to make it in time, you'd better get moving."

"I'm up, I'm ...