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Enzo walked past the security at the door into the bar. It was a regular small bat in a quiet neighborhood, some distance away from the main city area. Morelli had suggested they met here. For security reasons. Enzo surveyed the inside of the bar before picking out a table he felt would be better. He walked to the bartender at the counter and smiled softly at him.

“I need a glass of bourbon.” he placed his order with a 00p smile at the male receptionist who nodded and got to work. The American malt whiskey had been his favorite ever since he knew the differences in the taste of each of them.

“Ecco a te,” the bartender said, dropping the glass on the counter in front of him.

He picked it up and took a sip, shaking his head in delight. The taste was perfect. He drank the entire content of the glass and dropped it back on the table. He handed a tip to the waiter before getting up from the chair.

“Grazie signore” the waiter was full of smiles as he tucked the money into his pocket. He