CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY TWO – TURNING ON THE CAPTORS

A guard's footsteps echoed nearby. Joan held her breath, willing herself to become one with the shadows. "Hey, Marco!" the guard called out. "You see anything?" "Nah, all quiet," came the reply from somewhere to Joan's left. "Just like every other night." "Yeah, well, keep your eyes peeled. Antonio's on edge about that American woman." Joan's ears perked up at the mention of herself. She listened intently as the guards continued their conversation. "What's so special about her anyway?" Marco asked. "Dunno, but apparently she's got connections to some big shots back in the States. Antonio thinks she might be useful." The footsteps faded away, and Joan allowed herself to breathe again. She checked her watch once more – 11:50 PM. Almost time. Suddenly, a hand clamped over her mouth. Joan's eyes widened in panic, but a familiar voice whispered in her ear. "Easy, girl. It's me." Joan relaxed as Caporelli released his grip. The old man's weathered face was barely visible in the dar