Alessandro Sagredo személy

“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.”

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.