Chapter 20: Drumroll  

Felix POV:

Two days had passed since Sofia's call, since Renato had shown up at my door with a plate of breakfast and a bandaged thumb, since I'd traced that signal all the way back to a bar in Venice I'd never once set foot in.

I sat at my kitchen table now, staring at a blank spot on the wall, turning the same question over and over without landing anywhere useful. Someone had planted that tracker weeks before any of this started. Which meant someone had known, or at least suspected, that I'd