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Chapter Twenty-One

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The next day production assistants from the French film crew feed me heroin as they fly me into Milan on a private jet someone named Mr Leisure has supplied, which is piloted by two Japanese men The plane lands at Linate airport and the PAs check me into the Principe di Savoia on a quiet Friday afternoon in the off-season I stay locked in a suite, guarded by a twenty-three-year-old Italian named Davide, an Uzi strapped across his chest The fil in the Brera section of town but no one provides me with a phone number or an address and only the director ht DavideI’m moved back to the Principe di Savoia I’ exteriors outside La Posta Vecchia I’ Milan within the week I’m told to relax, to stay beautiful

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I call ton, DC

The first tie

The second tiht there

"Sally?" I whisper

"Hello?"

"Sally?" I whisper "It’s

"What ti up

Later, when I call again, it’s etown

"Hello?" she answers

"Sally, it’s ?" she asks, annoyed "Where are you?"

Hearing her voice, I start crying

"Victor?" she asks

"I’m in Milan," I whisper between sobs

"You’re where?" she asks

"I’m in Italy"

Silence

"Victor?" she starts

"Yeah?" I say, wiping my face