Published On Jul 6, 2024
Carter Leathers was sitting at a table on the terrace of a boutique hotel in the center of Florence, Italy – sipping a Negroni and trying to quieten her nerves.
The courtyard was peaceful, open and airy, dotted with aperitivo-hour drinkers. Carter tried to soak up the Florentine vibes – and avoid checking her phone and reading the inevitable anxious messages from her mother.
Then through the stone arches into the courtyard, walked a tall, confident-looking guy in a blue suit.
This must be Max Ratzenböck, thought Carter.
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