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"He's not answering."
"For a specific reason?" Of course, he knew Vincenzo well enough to have a guess about that.
"We had a little discussion."
"He won't ignore me," he informed. "So now you're going to speak with Flavia, and I'll let my brother know he's an idiot."
Before I could say anything, I heard the phone being passed around.
"At least it's more exciting than breakfast," Flavia said.
"Believe me, I'd prefer that right now," I replied with a laugh.
Pompei was getting closer and closer and, with it, the exit toward Tramonti, which I should not take under any circumstances if I listened to Emilio. But how were they going to stop the pursuit?
"Give me updates on the Porsche, Dea," Flavia asked, and I nodded, though she couldn't see it.
"It's still behind me. Copies every overtaking maneuver and has almost the same speed. When I slow down, he drops back."
"And if you stopped…"
"He would also stop, I assumed."
"I wish you could go straight back to Naples and lure that pig to the villa."
"Well, if I had been paying more attention, I probably would have noticed it back in Naples."
"Don't worry about it. I probably wouldn't have noticed. Emilio pays attention to these things, or whoever is around."
"Too bad I'm traveling alone," I muttered.
And all because of Vincenzo and his stubbornness. We could have been in that car together, if only he…
I passed a truck, and the Porsche came so close I managed to catch a glimpse of the license plate. I reported it to Flavia, but beyond that, I, unfortunately, missed taking a look inside the driver's cab. Though it would have been difficult to see anything with the tinted windows.
"Well, usually, you're the one who sends us the important info."
"Difficult. I'm busy concentrating on the road." I wanted to block it out, but the bitter truth was that my hands were shaking, and I had difficulty gripping the steering wheel properly.
"It'll be fine, you hear? Dario has set off, and the other two are already on their way. From two different directions."
It relieved me, yet it was not what I wanted to hear.
Emilio retook the phone. "He's not far behind you, Dea," he informed me.
"Who? Dario?"
"Vince. He says you should take the exit and drive toward Tramonti. It's easier to corner the pursuer on the open roads."
"Is he sure?"
I didn't have time to get upset that he had been talking to Emilio but had studiously ignored my calls as if it suddenly didn't matter if something had happened to me. Not so long ago, he had admitted the opposite, and now he was stubborn enough to block my calls.
"Yes," Emilio replied.
"Okay. I hope he knows what he's doing," I muttered and, shortly after that, reached the exit at Angri that would take me through Corbara before the not-so-well-laid-out switchbacks followed.
Emilio and Flavia stayed on the other end of the line, but I didn't know what more there was to say. The red Porsche followed me down the highway, confirming that I was being followed.
