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“…I’m going to see her again,” I said, a smile appearing on my face for the first time.
“Goddamn right you are,” Dario said with an even bigger grin than mine. “This is stupendous news – we need to have a drink!”
As he poured two glasses of wine, he asked, “Did your friend ever find her?”
He meant Gunnar.
“No.”
“Let me help,” Dario said as he gave me a glass. “I’m telling you, my family might be able to find her.”
“Look… I really appreciate it – ”
“But you don’t want the Cosa Nostra sniffing around MI6 and accidentally tipping them off,” Dario said with a sly smile.
“…yeah,” I admitted.
He waved his hand. “I wasn’t thinking of that. I was thinking more about her family. You said she was half Italian – which half?”
“Her mother.”
“Do you know her mother’s maiden name?”
“No. Rachel never told me.”
“What about her father?”
“He’s British, but she never told me his name, either.”
“What do you know about her mother?”
“Just that she worked in a beach town as a waitress. She met Rachel’s father while he was on holiday and she was serving him drinks. He was good-looking… one thing led to another… and they had a fling while he was in town. He left to go back home, and then Rachel’s mom found out she was pregnant. She let Rachel’s father know, and he brought her to London. They got married, and then he walked out on them when Rachel was seven years old.”
Dario looked angry. “Bastardo.” He meant Rachel’s father for leaving her. Then he asked, “The mother – do you know what beach town she was from?”
“Uh… I remember it sounded like a fish… Pisces? Pes-something – ”
“Pescara?” Dario asked.
“Yes – that’s it. Pescara.”
“I know Pescara,” Dario said thoughtfully. “It’s not too big a place… and this happened how many years ago?”
“Rachel is a year younger than me, so… about 27 years ago? Plus nine months when her mother was pregnant.”
“I might be able to work with that,” Dario murmured.
“What are you thinking?”
“Never mind – I don’t want to get your hopes up. For now, we drink.” Dario gave me a huge smile and lifted his wine glass. “To freedom – and the One.”
“To freedom,” I said, a smile on my face as I clinked my glass against his. “And to the One.”
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Dario found her.
Well, his men did – or at least they found a clue.
