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  1. Praise for the novels of Peter Pezzelli
  2. Also by
  3. Title Page
  4. Copyright Page
  5. Dedication
  6. PART ONE
  7. CHAPTER 1
  8. CHAPTER 2
  9. CHAPTER 3
  10. CHAPTER 4
  11. CHAPTER 5
  12. CHAPTER 6
  13. CHAPTER 7
  14. CHAPTER 8
  15. CHAPTER 9
  16. CHAPTER 10
  17. CHAPTER 11
  18. CHAPTER 12
  19. CHAPTER 13
  20. CHAPTER 14
  21. CHAPTER 15
  22. CHAPTER 16
  23. CHAPTER 17
  24. CHAPTER 18
  25. CHAPTER 19
  26. CHAPTER 20
  27. CHAPTER 21
  28. CHAPTER 22
  29. CHAPTER 23
  30. PART TWO
  31. CHAPTER 24
  32. CHAPTER 25
  33. CHAPTER 26
  34. CHAPTER 27
  35. CHAPTER 28
  36. CHAPTER 29
  37. CHAPTER 30
  38. CHAPTER 31
  39. CHAPTER 32
  40. CHAPTER 33
  41. CHAPTER 34
  42. CHAPTER 35
  43. CHAPTER 36
  44. CHAPTER 37
  45. CHAPTER 38
  46. PART THREE
  47. CHAPTER 39
  48. CHAPTER 40
  49. CHAPTER 41
  50. CHAPTER 42
  51. CHAPTER 43
  52. CHAPTER 44
  53. CHAPTER 45
  54. CHAPTER 46
  55. CHAPTER 47
  56. CHAPTER 48
  57. CHAPTER 49
  58. CHAPTER 50
  59. CHAPTER 51
  60. EPILOGUE

“You must immerse yourself in the language at every opportunity when you’re not here,” Giancarlo told him. “The more you hear it spoken, the more you try to speak it yourself, the more it will register in your brain, even if at first you don’t comprehend what is being said.This will require dedication and discipline and a little imagination. I have some tapes I can give you, some books to look at, but you must also look elsewhere, perhaps at the library. See what they have. Language tapes, Italian movies, music, whatever, it doesn’t matter, just so long as they are speaking Italian. As a child you learned English because every corner of your world was saturated with it. If you want to learn Italian, you’ll have to do the very same thing. Can you do all this?”

“I don’t know,” Carter confessed after a moment’s pause. “I really don’t. But I know that I have to try. And I will give it my best, everything that I have. I can promise you that.”

Giancarlo sat back and folded his arms. “In that case, Quinn, Carter Quinn, I suppose I have no choice but to take you at your word.”

Carter smiled. “So, what comes next?” he said.

“You come back on Wednesday,” said Giancarlo. “And then we will begin.”

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 8

Carter dug his toes into the sand and gazed out at the ocean. It was a warm, lazy Sunday, and he was sitting alone on Narragansett Beach. He wouldn’t be alone for long, of that he felt reasonably certain.This being Rhode Island, it was inevitable that he would, at some point that afternoon, encounter at least one friend or acquaintance strolling by along the shore. Rhode Islanders loved the ocean, and Narragansett Beach was a port of call when summer came. It was not quite officially summer, of course—the solstice was still a week away—but you could not tell that to the beachgoers who had flocked to the shore that day to soak up the sunshine. It had been a cool, damp spring, as springs generally were in southern New England, and the advent of some warm, dry weather was all it took to lure people to the beach.