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Tonight, Ada wasn’t laughing. She nursed a sfogliatella , letting the ricotta chill her tongue while her fury burned hot. Her phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number: “The GPS data is in the glovebox. He lied about the airport run. He was at the Vomero villa. Again.”

“I’m going back to Casoria, Ciro. To my mother’s house. You can keep the taxi. I’m taking the story.” XXX Napoli Ada Da Casoria Moglie Di Un Noto Tassista Di

He blinked. “What story?”

“For what, Gegè?” she asked, pulling on her leather gloves. Tonight, Ada wasn’t laughing

“Ada! What the hell are you doing?!” A text from an unknown number: “The GPS

She got out of the taxi, tossed the keys onto the roof, and walked past him.

Ada took a deep breath. Then she did something Ciro never expected. She picked up his taxi radio.