-Marcello-
Flashback
last week.
I get off the plane with my bag. I had a different entrance than all the other passengers when I left Dallas. From New York I flew to Spain and here too I have the luxury of going through another exit. I don't know what I had to come to Spain for yet, but I'm not going anywhere without my bag. And this bag, is not going to pass through customs and then I have a lot to explain.
I walk into the central arrival hall and immediately see someone standing with a sign with my name on it.
"Mr. Ferrante?" asks the man in his gray suit. I nod. He shakes my hand.
"I'm happy to take you, the other guest is waiting outside." He says.
"The other guest?" I ask. The man nods as we walk out together and by the car is my old friend.
"Ian. What are you doing here
