"Signor Ammassari," The guy behind the semi-glass wall looked bewildered. Maybe it was because of the way I looked. I rushed here just as the morning touched the windows. Amara, if she was even Amara, was still fast asleep.
"I need information on Diego Rossi and his entire family," I said, my voice weirdly cold and blank. "Everyone. Quick,"
"Uh...yes. Just give me five minutes," he mumbled, standing up.
"Two," I snapped. "I don't have five minutes," He nodded and hurried off into the archive while I stood there, my heart beating furiously against my chest. I don't know what I was expecting. The evidence that she was saying the truth was right in front of me. I had no idea what I was looking for.
"Signor," The guy returned exactly two minutes later with a fat file in his hand. "Here
