Turin, in the corner of the café, Lavinia was dressed in black casual wear, wearing a wide-brimmed soft hat, silently waiting for Losa to leave.
Hearing footsteps, she warily looked up, only to find the newcomer was a ragged young beggar.
"Miss, a big brother asked me to give you this note."
The young beggar handed the note to Lavinia, eyeing the food on her table with some greed.
Lavinia glanced briefly over the contents and then stood up hurriedly: "The food on the table is all yours."
The content of the note was very brief:
I've been targeted, we'll have to act separately now. At dusk, let's meet in the Dolomites. If I'm delayed, head directly into the mountains, and we'll rendezvous outside the Jura Mountain in Burgundy.
Lavinia felt a bit heavy-hearted.
