Marco laughed—a dry, sad sound. “My wife thinks I’ll be dead by dawn.”
“You will be,” Salo said. “Just not in the way she imagines. The trawler leaves at three. Your new name is Pietro. You’ll work the nets for six months. After that, you can grow a beard and argue about soccer in a bar in Patagonia.”
“None,” Salo agreed.
Salo took a slow bite of his panino. “I’m a tailor of exits. You wanted out. I cut the fabric.”
At sixty-three, he still moved through the Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II with the precision of a tailor’s needle. His shoes were not Armani. His suit was not Armani. His name, despite what tourists whispered, was not a brand. It was a curse his father had given him as a joke: Salo , after the salty Roman wind, and Armani , after the uncle who had abandoned the family for a better life in the north. salo armani
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