Ricardo
I shut my eyes for what felt like a few seconds, but must have been a lot longer because once again we were on land. I loved Sicily. I'd been here a few times, Pa had some good contacts here, and we came here whenever we wanted discretion, and we were never disappointed about the speed and the quality of the work done.
Besides, I needed to get out of the city for a few days. I felt as if I'd swam out too far and I was drowning in the ocean. I hadn't slept or eaten since I'd seen his body; it still haunted me, the idea of him suffering so much.
"Buongiorno," the pilot said as he stood by my side, and I realized not only were we on land, but we'd come to a complete stop.
"I hope the flight was to your satisfaction."
I dipped my head. "It was."
"Jefe? We're here," Juan said, a
