18

KAANADAN SALVATORE

The conversation I had with Silvério did not calm me down. Looking at the reporting papers, I got the sense that everything is too close for what would just be a turf war. It's like there's so much more to it than just that. Which, of course, leaves me with a great deal of concern.

I didn't sleep well due to that fact. But used to tiredness, I didn't have him as an enemy.

I get out of the car, parked in front of the underground casino downtown, which on the outside is just an Italian restaurant. The organization's headquarters are here, and because it is a busy place, any change in the mafia's movement goes unnoticed.

I pack my jacket and go straight, dodging tables and following the dark corridor with few lights, which soon disappear according to the proximity of the stairs. I walk down it quickly, my eyes adjusting to the yellowish light from the incandescent bulbs. The casino is within sight, and even in the morning, there are people occupying it.

"I'm glad