CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY SEVEN – THE GREEK HOBO’S ORIGINS

He settled back against the crate, his eyes taking on a faraway look. "I wasn't always the dashing international man of mystery you see before you. Once upon a time, I was just a young man from a small village in Greece, dreaming of adventure and a life beyond the olive groves." Rebecca listened, captivated, as Milo spun the tale of his youth. He spoke of his first forays into the world of international intrigue, of close calls and daring escapes. But underneath the excitement, she could sense a touch of regret. "It's not an easy life," Milo admitted. "You sacrifice a lot. Stability, peace of mind, the chance for a normal family life. But for some of us, the thrill of it all is worth the cost." "And Luca?" Rebecca asked, unable to keep the curiosity out of her voice. "How does he fit into all of this?" Milo's expression softened. "Ah, Luca. Now there's a complicated fellow if ever there was one. I've known him since he was just a scrappy kid trying to make a name for himself in the