Chapter 112: TurinThe trail from the airfield led to a townhouse in a quiet residential stretch of Turin, the kind of address that told you nothing by looking at it clean stone facade, shuttered windows, no signage, no indication that anything inside was worth a second glance. Hale had found it through the ground crew's records, a car service booked under the same cash-paid discretion as the flight, dropped at this exact address eleven hours earlier.By the time Damien, Liora, and a driver Hale had vetted through three separate channels pulled up outside it, the house was empty.Not abandoned-in-a-hurry empty, the way the lake house had been. Cleaned. Professionally, thoroughly, the kind of empty that told Damien whoever had used this place understood exactly how to leave nothing behind."There's nothing here," Liora said, standing in the front hall, her voice carrying the flat and controlled. "No cup. No paper. Nothing.""There's always something," Damien said, though he didn't fu
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