Simon answered the phone when he saw that Giovanni was the one who was calling. He was ready to go to Seattle when he suddenly called. Halting from his attempts to leave the room, he answered his phone. “Giovanni.” Simon answered. “Salvatorre, when are you coming back here in New York?” There was an edge of urgency in his voice. Simon frowned, confused. Though he couldn’t see his trusted friend, he knew that something was wrong based on his voice. “I was on my way to Seattle. I was about to call the chopper when you called. Why? Is there something wrong?” He heard Giovanni let out a sigh. “Why are you going to Seattle, man? You’ve been away for weeks now, and they were looking for you, man. Marcus and I don’t know how to answer, especially Federico.” “I was here in North Carolina, you knew. But thanks for not telling anyone about where I am. I was following a lead about my mother’s case.”“That man died, right? I saw it on the news, and I realized it was the same street you wa
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