The car was already moving by the time Valentina pressed her temple against the window. The early morning light was a blur behind the tinted glass, a smear of pale grey skies and passing buildings. Olive hadn’t said a word since picking her up, and that suited Val just fine. She didn’t want small talk. She didn’t want the radio. She didn’t want anything.

She had told Olive to take her back home after leaving the De Luca estate. But halfway through the drive, she changed her ...