Greco laughed heartily and threw his head back."Oh dear, when will you stop with your jokes, Juan? I thought that ended with, um, childhood," he said to Juan. "We both know that Giuseppe Rinaldi is dead—and has long been dead. How many years has it even been now? Up to ten years?""Well, I’m telling you," Juan said seriously, "apparently dead men can rise from the grave.""No," Greco said, shaking his head. "You’ve got to be kidding me—or perhaps pulling my leg.""I’m not," Juan replied. "And now, we have to find out where he’s hiding: his warehouse, his trucks, everything—so we can destroy him from the inside out. Because for him not to leave traces..." Juan shook his head. "He must’ve gotten the approval of the streets."Greco nodded. "But you have the approval of the streets as well. So I don't know... perhaps you can meet with some of your people?""I doubt those random folks will help me out," Juan said. "Giuseppe Rinaldi is playing a cultural game—a game of tribalism. They’re g
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