“Whatever you were going to do. I can shoot. I can drive. I can make phone calls.” I can shut up too, because I sound like an idiot. “What’s one extra person supposed to do against all of them anyway… unless it’s me?” That’s the way. Now I know how to get what I want. With a burst of excited energy, I pick up the cups and take them to the sink. “Anyone else is just another body in the way. But they know me. I grew up with half the guys who probably went down there. I know them. I know their women. I can talk to Massimo. I’m not saying you can’t talk to him, but I mean… you know I’ll be better at it.”

“She’s right.” Santino’s at the door, poking at his phone before pocketing it. “We’re leaving in five minutes. Do you have a passport?”

“No.” I’m flummoxed. “There was someone coming to make me one but…”

“That takes too long.” He shakes his head slowly.

“I’m already packed,” I protest. “It’ll take less than a second to get my bag.” I remember the last place I put my bags. All I can do is hope they’re still there.

“Sorry, Sarah,” Violetta says. “It’s for the best.”

“I’m going to him! I don’t even know what a passport is for and I don’t care.”

Like a petulant child, I storm out of the room and into the garage. I made a booboo staying here and letting Dario get killed or captured and I have a change to make it right. They’re not leaving without me.

I pop the trunk of the Skylark. The roller bag Oria packed for me once, and I unpacked and packed again, is sitting inside. I yank it out and slam the trunk closed. I set it on its wheels and pull up the handle. The front pocket is unzipped, and as I go to close it, I see the folded envelope inside.

Oria handed me the envelope when she was trying to get me to leave.

Passport and first-class tickets. He bought them the day before your wedding… Just show up and they’ll get you on a flight. Easy.

I open the envelope, hands shaking.

Santino appears in the doorway.

“Signora Lucari.” He has the manner of a man in a hurry wasting precious seconds being respectful. “If you try to cross into another country without a passport, they’ll detain us.”

I hold up the blue booklet and the plane ticket. “You can take me, or I can go myself.”

Chapter 34

CHAPTER 34

SARAH