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"Casanova," a gravelly voice said. "Get in. I’ll take you to the Red House." The drive took them deep into the Prosecco hills, away from the tourists and the vineyards, into a dense forest of oak and pine. The wipers fought a losing battle against the downpour.
The rain in the Veneto hinterland didn't wash things clean; it just made the mud thicker.
He entered the house. It was a ruin of faded grandeur—peeling wallpaper, shattered chandeliers. But in the main hall, there was a stage set. A path of red petals led to a chair in the center of the room.
Andy Casanova stood under the awning of a shuttered tobacco shop, the collar of his trench coat turned up against the damp chill. He lit a cigarette, the flame illuminating a face that had seen too many of Italy’s dark corners. He was waiting for the contact they called "The Hunter."
He adjusted his coat, checked his service weapon, and walked out into the grey Italian twilight, hunting for the monster who thought himself the hero of a fairy tale.
"His masterpiece," Andy whispered. "He thinks this is his best work."