The heavy iron door swung open, admitting two towering men in black tactical raincoats. The lead operative, a scarred, broad-shouldered soldier of thirty-five with a shaved head and vigilant dark eyes, swept the clinic with a suppressed submachine gun before his gaze landed on Dante Bellini. "Don Dante," Marco Viti breathed, lowering his weapon with visible relief. "Praise the Madonna. When the safehouse in Kalsa was raided, we thought Enzo’s…
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