The doorman nodded after looking at Vance’s ID. “I’ll send for a man to help you with your luggage, Mr. Marchesi.”
“Grazie, but that will not be necessary, my driver will handle it.” When Frankie came up to stand beside him, Vance introduced him as Signore Potenza.
The doorman took two sets of keys from his desk. “Your apartment is on the fifteenth floor. Welcome to the city gentlemen. Oh, yes, this came for you, Mr. Marchesi.” He handed Vance a large sealed envelope.
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