Sophia Argento"s apartment was on the fourth floor, a three-bedroom exclusive domicile on the fashionable Via Margutta, an area that was the preserve of the wealthy and the famous.
In recent years, she had seen Sophia Loren and the film director Fellini in the neighborhood. It was her private sanctuary when she was in Rome and the one place where she could relax. Her regular annual vacation back to Rome also gave her the chance to indulge in the secret part of her life that her family and friends had no idea about. She had met with her KGB contact at Piazza San Pietro, pretending she was just another tourist visiting the Vatican.
However, this time her contact was not the usual Russian, the vile little man who leered at her through his butcher"s eyes. For some reason, he hadn"t been able
