Chapter 25

“Are you at the police station right now?”

“No, because they already picked up one of the guys and he told them everything. He was an ex-student of Valencia’s. Can you believe that shit?”

“You’re not hurt? You could have internal bleeding. You could have a concussion. You could have—”

“Jack, they didn’t hit me. I’m okay. I’m really all right.”

Amadeo now stood nearby, waiting. He was dressed in black, his eyes bright in the sheen of the lamppost light. I realized he looked a little like James Dean. He must have been quite the popular guy in his home town of Florence, him being a painter and all.

“Look, Amadeo’s gonna drive me home. I guess it’s better that way. I’m a little shook up. So, I’ll see you later?”

“Yes, I’m coming home right now. I’ll be there before you get there.” Jack inhaled sharply. “Are you sure you’re all right? You sound so calm. Toocalm. What if you’re in shock?”