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CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY Remi froze. The man looked in his thirties, with unkempt hair and wild, bloodshot eyes. He had a stocky build and thick, hairy arms. She felt panic rise up in her. She tried to scream for Daniel, but the words caught in her throat. But it was the man who backed away first. “Don’t!” he said in the Italian of a native speaker, raising his hands. “Take whatever you want! Just don’t kill me.” Remi blinked, unsure of herself. The Italian paused too. The sound of running feet made him jerk his gaze in the direction from which Remi had come. As Daniel rushed into the room, the man bolted down a side hallway. Daniel took one look at the man dead on the floor, who Remi now recognized as Pier Paolo Manetti, and took off after him. Remi shook herself out of her stunned inaction
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