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Chapter Twenty Four — Greco

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His full name was Antonino Greco.

Sixty-one years old. Born in Catania. Educated in Switzerland. A legitimate face built over forty years of careful construction ... a private equity firm in Milan, a philanthropic foundation that funded children's hospitals, a profile in a financial magazine three years ago that described him as one of Italy's most respected independent investors.

The profile had a photograph.

Silver-haired. Open face. The kind of man who looked like somebody's favorite uncle.

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