Chapter Eight

"Mr. Savino?" One of the two men called out as I approached.

I immediately realised Henderson had sent them to pick me up from the airport, despite my instructions not to.

This kind of action might have been what led Sophia's kidnapper to connect her with Chris.

"I assume you gentlemen are here for me," I said, stopping in front of them.

I offered a handshake to the one who seemed to be the boss—a man with a wrinkled face and a scar on his forehead.

He glanced at my hand sceptically before scoffing and ignoring it.

"Follow us," he ordered curtly, muttering something inaudible afterward.

I felt slighted by the snub. Normally, I wouldn't have offered a handshake, especially in Italy, but I had hoped to be friendly in order not to arouse suspicion from any of them.

"What are you waiting for? Did your legs stop working?" The wrinkled man called out impatiently, raising his eyebrows after he had turned, seeing that I was still fixated on the same spot.

His subordinate smirked.

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