He slid the form to Signora Pina. She raised an eyebrow. “Quindicimila? Elio, are you buying a car?”
Elio’s face crumpled, not from loss of money, but from the betrayal of trust. He had almost signed away his life on a pale green rectangle. modulo bonifico postale
The voice was wrong. It was too polished, too calm. Matteo was a stutterer when panicked. But the name—Davide Rizzi—was the name of Matteo’s childhood best friend. The scammer had done his homework. He slid the form to Signora Pina
He folded the modulo bonifico postale into a tight square and slipped it into his shirt pocket—a trophy of the day he almost lost everything to a ghost. not from loss of money