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Milan, Italy
"What d'you want?"
I looked up from my phone. It didn't surprise me to see Paul approaching with a lit cigarette and a snarly frown directed at me. "Did she call you?"
◇ KEL ◇ H. J. School of Medicine - New York "Subdural hematoma, multiple mononeuropathy, nonmalignant neoplasm." I dictated more complicated clinical neurology words to myself as I stepped out the huge doors of the main building. Today's exam had positively turned my exhausted brain into a hotchpotch of medical terms and textbook definitions, and if I hadn't flipped through some pages along the walk to school this morning, I doubted I'd even get past the first half of the exam. I was almost done rechecking my test answers in my aching head when my eyes caught a familiar face. The guy stood alone in the parking lot, leaning against an expensive-looking car the same color as his shiny shoes. My breathing hitched. I almost turned on my heel. My mind just drew a blank. Had he been waiting for me? To collect payment? This soon? Oh crap. I didn't have any money on me. His posture straightened when he raised his arm to wave at me twice. Enzo even smiled. What did he want now? La
◆ MILES ◆A brunch date.With her new number one fan.Sure. Whatever it takes...Suck it up for half an hour or so.Whatever it took to get her attention, I would oblige her willingly. Even if it meant having to sit through an awkward brunch, with her newest admirer showing all the wrong reasons she should hang out with the guy, I would shut up and not complain one bit.Mykaela might walk out on me if I actually said I didn't want Lorenzio Tomassini anywhere near her. The guy even had the entire restaurant closed up just to "get some privacy"...for him, probably, as well as his
◇ KEL ◇ 18 minutes had dwindled since Miles excused himself to take a phone call, leaving me alone with Enzo at the dining table, who also got busy with his phone. I waited, and waited. I stared at the end of the hall leading to the comfort rooms. Who was Miles talking to on the phone? Was he alone in the men's room? "Does he think we're dating?" I turned to Enzo. He was squinting at me and grinning lopsidedly, as if genuinely curious or amused by something. The question caught me off-guard, but he seemed rather interested than prying. "Maybe." I looked away and drank some water. "So, he thinks we're on a date?" "I suppose." "Did he ask?" Enzo leaned in. His folded arms rested on the dining table. "Not really." "But what'd he say? Last time you talked over the phone." "That I should stop talking to you." Enzo chuckled. "Fair enough." He drank water from his glass and then kept staring at me. "Would you date him?" He smiled when I kept my lips shut. "If he tells you he wants
◇ KEL◇We'd been hiding out in the men's room roughly half an hour now
◇ KEL ◇ Body.Niccolo's body.Too late.The damned Russians. They slashed his head off. Those merciless animals had chained him, cut his tongue in half, then dumped his remains somewhere in the outskirts. Like maimed roadkill.Niccolo's dead. The cops couldn't find him in time. They failed. I failed. "I'm sorry, Nicco." My chest felt hollow. Heavy. The sting of a sudden loss... "He's gone," I whispered to myself while I gripped my phone."Mykaela?" Enzo's deep voice poured over the line, jolting me out of the daze his news just put me in. "Still there?"The initial shock stunned me like a bolt of lightning. When I asked for more information, only then did Enzo share the gory details. His contacts had found Niccolo's body in the morgue.It had to have a lick of truth to it...Enzo delivered the news with an empathetic certainty that just shook me. I leaned against the edge of the sink and glanced at Miles.He stood right next to me, no longer sweaty. His arm touched the side of
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◇ KEL◇Mount Carmel Hillside Cemetery - New YorkMultiple organ failure.Five and a half years of hospitalizations, regular trips to the doctors, dozens and dozens of medications.It was tragic, of course, but essentially easy to comprehend. Jim Nielsen, 64, had passed away in peace. After three nights in the hospital ICU again, Dr. Chase delivered the sad news before I could make it to my father's deathbed.Our semestral break was just in time, though, so I went back home to help my family with the interment. It had been a couple days of exhausting sleepless nights, busy evenings attending to guests and relatives who paid their respects, explaining my Daddy Jim's illness and final weeks to those who needed clarifications.Now we all gathered around and spent the entire afternoon with relatives and friends, praying over my Daddy Jim's remains.Thick cloud
◇ KEL◇"To open this file, enter the correct password below. Note: case sensitive""Oh, come on..." I repeatedly tapped on the other folder icon on the screen taunting my curiosity like the mysterious email address in my inbox. It was an old email address I hadn't been checking regularly.It seemed the fairly recent email was from Niccolo. He'd put his initials at the end of the email. I didn't know anyone else with the initials "NV". It was timestamped several weeks ago—hence my bafflementand curiosity.So Niccolo was still alive that time? Or he scheduled to send it to me on that specific date? How did he know my old email address? Why did he send me these files?To my puzzlement, he'd sent me a bunch of password-protected files which he hadn't bothered to label correctly. The filenames were just a bunch of dates in numerical format. Or were they