Chapter 33: What Was Never Sent
The subbasement corridor was very quiet.
Zara stood with her back to the hidden door and looked at Matteo and Matteo stood at the far end of the corridor and looked at her and between them approximately fifteen metres of fluorescent lit institutional space hummed with the particular tension of two people who had just found each other somewhere neither of them should be.
She had seen Matteo many times over the past months. In the building's lobby. In the corridors of the upper floors. At the edges of important rooms — always positioned slightly outside the center of things, always watching, always carrying the particular stillness of a man whose job was to be present without being noticed. She had filed him the way she filed most things — carefully, accurately, in the correct category. Head of security. Adriano's most trusted. Reliable.
She was revising that filing now.
