Page 13 of Sinners Condemned

“What?”

His eyes sweep the room behind me, wary and wild. When he speaks again, it’s only a fraction louder.

“I said, have you been in a mental institution for the last three years?”

I blink. “Er, no? Why?”

He glances in the direction my mark went. “Because only a crazy person would have the nerve to pull a con on Raphael Visconti.”

Visconti.

RaphaelVisconti.

Well, shit.

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