She pockets the card. Pulls out her gun. Checks the magazine. Clicks it back in.
Mazza ducks under the yellow tape. A young points to the bodies. squadra antimafia 6
Mazza turns it over. On the back, handwritten in elegant script: She pockets the card
The room is thick with stale coffee and exhaustion. A map of Palermo is pinned to the wall, covered in red strings and photos. squadra antimafia 6
SQUADRA ANTIMAFIA 6 – PROSSIMAMENTE
Mazza closes her eyes for a second. Then she stands. Grabs her jacket.
She looks up at the dark sea. In the distance, a single light from a fishing boat.