Settling in her bed with the mug of hot tea in her hands she dialed the number Furio called earlier.
“Hello?” his answer on the first ring was brusque.
“Ruggero?”
“Delfina,” he gave a sigh. “Are you well?”
She chuckled, “I’m fine. I ate dinner in a crowded restaurant with plenty of people around.”
“Where are you now?”
“In a hotel room.”
“Alone?”
“Yes. Alone.” She sighed. “Did you think I wouldn’t be?”
“I was concerned you might be forced to do something you didn’t want to.” He paused, “again.”
“Nothing of the sort.”
“I met with a friend this evening. He does a lot of business in Italy, and I mentioned how my grandfather was connected to the Matrone family. He was surprised I didn’t know. I knew the Matrone name, and I knew to steer clear of them in everything in life including m
