Forty three: Mr Greco is back?

That voice.

She sounded familiar. A bit too familiar.

I looked over at Saint to see him clenching his jaw. "That bitch!" He spat out eyeing the hallway.

"You know who they are?" Alessandro asked as he pointed his gun towards the hallway.

Saint nodded. "It's one of the Fontanas." He replied.

"Lauretta Fontana."

Alessandro's eyes widened at that and he looked at me, then back at Saint. "Does she know about it?" He asked, nodding his head in my direction.

"Where're you, my love?!!" I heard the woman whom Saint had just referred to as Lauretta say in a sing-song manner.

But most importantly, what was it that I needed to know?

I saw Saint shake his head slightly, "No she doesn't."

I heard a gunshot making me jerk up in fright and immediately she appeared in front of us.

"There you are!!" She exclaimed smiling wildly from ear to ear as she posed at a distance, balancing the gun she carried on her shoulder. Her clothes had a colourful bold print design, she wore a hat and a pair of