Chapter 49
Why the fuck doesn’t the damned thing tell me whoit is who isn’t what they seem? It could be anyone, the man who crossed the street heading in the direction of the shop, the woman who might be Ilaria in disguise looking at the display in the window, the dude sitting in the coffee shop.
All this went through his mind as he darted between passing cars, rating a couple of irate honks for his daring. Slowing to a stop, he studied the woman momentarily, deciding if she was Ilaria she’d done a damned good job of changing her look yet again.
What are the chances it’s one of Orsino’s people, or the bastard himself? Fifty-fifty I suppose, or more like seventy-thirty. Not that I can do a thing about it since I haven’t a clue who set the pendant off.
“What’s got you looking like a storm cloud?” Joseph asked as soon as Damien entered the shop.
“Rough day, which sucks because it was my day off.” Taking a deep breath, he asked, “Is Lyle upstairs?”