Matteo Romano arrived at three fifty-seven.Three minutes early. Which told her something immediately. A young man unfamiliar with what he was walking into would have been late ... circling, second-guessing, finding reasons to delay. Matteo Romano walked through the estate gates at three fifty-seven with the large bag over one shoulder and the particular straight-backed posture of someone who had decided on the train that whatever happened next he was not going to flinch from it.She watched him on the security feed from the study.Lorenzo stood behind her.Neither of them spoke for a moment.The camera showed a young man who looked nothing like Cosimo. Where Cosimo was heavy and forgettable Matteo was lean and sharp-featured with dark eyes that moved across the estate entrance the way an architect's eyes moved across a building ... reading structure, reading proportion, reading the thing underneath the surface.Those eyes were Cosimo's.Everything else was someone else's entirely."H
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