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Dario looked at me carefully. “And you believe her?”

I thought of what she’d said:

I swear on my being in love with you.

“I do,” I whispered.

God help me if I’m wrong.

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Fausto waited until he and I were alone in the limo.

“Well?” he asked in a hushed voice.

I smiled. “He bought it.”

Fausto narrowed his eyes. “You’re sure?”

“Positive.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I swore an oath.”

“On what?”

“On being in love with him.”

“And he believed you?”

“He asked me tomarryhim.”

Fausto’s eyes widened. “No.”

“Yes.”

Fausto burst out laughing. “What did you say?!”

“Yes, of course.”

“Really.”

“Really. He’s so besotted with me that he can’t think straight.”

Fausto laughed again and shook his head.

“Fool,” he muttered contemptuously.

Then he grew serious.

“So all that remains is for Dante to do his job,” he said.

“Well – that, and we need to get the cameras.”

“I’ve already reached out to a local police captain who’s in my pocket,” Fausto replied. “He’ll deliver everything to us by midnight.”

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