Alessandro Sagredo személy
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“Catalina, have you noticed that every time we meet, we end up discussing dead people?” “Apparently that’s the nature of our relationship.” A slow smile curved his lips. “You don’t have to be so happy about it,” I told him. “You can’t blame me. Lone killers have so few opportunities to talk shop.”
“Wait, I know. Since you insist on doing the opposite of what I tell you, let’s try this. Don’t stay home, Catalina. Don’t drop this case. Don’t stay safe. Is it working? Please tell me it’s working.”
“God, you are an asshole.” It just kind of came out.
Alessandro drew back. “Such a dirty mouth. Oh, the possibilities.”
I pivoted to him. I couldn’t help myself. “Really? Was that you? So that’s where I know you from. I couldn’t quite recall.”
Alessandro opened his eyes wide and put his hand on his chest. “I’m crushed. Am I that forgettable?”
“You know what they say, out of sight, out of mind. Perhaps you should work more on making a memorable first impression.”
Surprise flickered in his eyes.
Baiting him was dumb and dangerous, and it felt amazing.
Movement troubled the oak. I focused on it.
Alessandro sat on the thick branch directly across from my window. He wore charcoal grey, and his hair was brushed back from his face.
He raised his hand and waved at me.
I caught my hand rising to wave back and spun to my sister. „He's here!”
„Who?”
„Alessandro! He's sitting in the oak.”
Arabella dashed to the window. „Where?”
The tree was empty.