CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
“Couldn’t we talk in my office?” I asked.
“I’d rather not get out,” Del Vecchio said. “Someone might see me and I’d rather keep our meeting private.”
I glanced at the tall, gray-suited driver still holding the door. He gave me a bland smile, and I did my best to return the favor.
“Please.” Del Vecchio motioned me inside. “I actually do have some place to be. And I think what I have to say will interest you.”
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