Hotel Porta Felice (Palermo, Italy)

We were staying at one of the luxurious suites in the hotel Porta Felice. Several CIA agents had already set up the computers and were receiving the file of the murder of the President of France's child. The printer was slowly pushing out the photos of the crime scene: a room, blackened by fire, and the charred, small body of an 11-years-old kid. One of the walls of the room sported the increasingly familiar five-pointed star, outlined with a crimson liquid that trickled to the ground. This time, however, a rune, similar to the ones on my wife's death video, was placed right in the middle of the star.

"We need to talk to the Camerlengo."