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a mark here.”
She drew one slow line down her left cheek, from under the eye to the jaw.
A scar.
Lorenzo went still inside.
He had seen that scar in two surveillance photographs that night.
Catania, 2009.
Marseille, 2022.
Salvatore Vieieri.
“Did he ever speak to your father?” Lorenzo asked, keeping his voice gentle because her fingers were still in his, and continue reading …
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