WARNING: This chapter has visible blood and descriptions of violence. Tread with care. It was the middle of the night and Vittoria couldn’t sleep until she saw Marta back safe. The idiocy of relying on a small girl to deliver messages had been obvious as soon as Franco suggested it, but she couldn’t think of a better way. She needed to be able to contact Franco in case one of them learnt something important – phones were out of the question, as were online means, and they didn’t know anyone else they could trust. So, that was how Marta had become their courier. There were a million ways it could…