Two things happened concurrently exactly three days later.
There was a solemn atmosphere in Neravalle.
Eva's body had arrived two days earlier, and she was to be buried in a few minutes.
The sun was just finding its balance in the sky, when the occupants of Neravalle began to gather at the private cemetery.
Dressed in all black, they came out in their numbers for the send forth of one of their own.
Salvatore froze when from his cell, he heard the ominous bells ringing, followed by the operatic voice of a soloist, singing Ave Maria.
"MammaMia!" Tyler James clutched his chest. "Something bad must have happened. Someone must have passed away."
"Hopefully, it's Luciano. Or maybe that wench, Valentina," Chris said.
Salvatore stormed towards his cell bars, and dragged his face through it.
"If you don't shut the fuck up, Chris, I'll fucking kill you!"
