“Lie,” Linda said defiantly. She looked at Alexis. “I am not afraid of you.”
The two women stared at each other across the firelight. Rocco retreated to the shadows, pouring himself an aged grappa. -Roccosiffredi- Linda Sweet- Alexis Brill - Roc...
“He’s watching us,” Linda whispered, her fingers trembling as she lifted a flute of prosecco. “Lie,” Linda said defiantly
Rocco steepled his fingers. “Linda. Your verdict.” ” Linda whispered
Rocco stood, slowly applauding. “Brava, Linda. You see the fracture beneath the fresco. The game has a winner.”
And somewhere in the dark, Rocco smiled. The composition was complete.