Chapter 129 The right contacts

Don Vittorio pulled out a small, worn notebook and began scribbling. "I have contacts – people who owe me favors and have no love for Agamemnon. They will help you make the journey." He tore out the page and slid it across the table. "Memorize these names and locations, then destroy the paper." Mariama studied the list, committing each detail to memory. As she did so, Don Vittorio continued speaking, his voice grave. "The journey will be perilous, Mariama. Agamemnon's men will be searching every street, every alley. You'll need to be more careful than you've ever been." Mariama nodded, her jaw set with determination. "I understand. What then? Once I reach Sicily?" "You rebuild," Don Vittorio said simply. "Slowly, patiently, from the ground up. You learn from your mistakes. You forge alliances with those who have been wronged by Agamemnon. And when the time is right, you strike." Mariama took a deep breath, feeling a familiar fire rekindling within her. "How long will this take?"