Guess he was happy about his promotion to Isabella’s bodyguard.
“Good morning,” I said.
“Signorinas,”he said respectfully to Isabella and Ludavica.
Isabella smiled back at him and saidCiao.
Ludavica saidCiaobut didn’t smile.
Then Paolo turned back to me.
“Hey, boss,” he said excitedly, “take a look at this!”
He opened his suit jacket to reveal a shoulder holster and revolver.
“You know how to handle that thing?” I asked.
“Yes,” he said, offended.
“Okay.”
“So – where’re we headed this fine morning?” he asked Isabella.
“I asked Papa if we could go to Cefalù, and he said yes.”
“Where’s Cefalù?” I asked.
“About an hour and a half north of here,” Paolo said. “On the coast.”
I frowned. “How far is Cefalù from Ragusa?”
Paolo looked at me with wide eyes and a fake smile like,What the fuck are you asking THAT for?“Uh… three and a half hours, give or take?”
Shit. That meant Cat’s taxi would have to drive pretty far.
I needed to call her as soon as we got out of here.
“Alright, then – let’s get going,” I said.
We all walked out to the SUV. I got in the front passenger seat beside Paolo, and both girls got in the back.
As soon as Paolo was on the main road, I said, “Let me see your phone.”
He laughed nervously and looked at me like,Are you crazy?!“Uh… why, boss?”
“So I can call Caterina.”
I said it mostly to see what his reaction would be.
He didn’t disappoint.
He swerved into the oncoming lane, although he recovered quickly enough.
Luckily nobody was coming in the opposite direction.
“Jesus, don’t kill us!” I barked.
Paolo laughed nervously again. “Who’s Caterina?”