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And I knew it should be my cue to leave the place. I knew I could have made up an excuse and disappeared through the front door, just so I wouldn't have to get involved in another game that I wasn't able to play. But the man was still smiling, and for a brief moment, I noticed that he wasn't trying hard to be nice. He really wanted to please me, all that was left was to know why.

"What's your name? "I asked in a solemn tone, tilting my head slightly. "We talk about personal matters, but I still don't even know who you are.”

"I'm Dante Laurentino," he said in a hoarse voice, again taking my hand in greeting. "But you can call me the number one enemy of your damn brother, and the one that the police in general consider to be the second public enemy in the world.”

So my record fell.

I felt cold, but I tried my best not to show any concerns. It was nothing new that my brother was a hated figure. It was nothing new that I myself was increasingly resentful of his return from the dead. He ha