72 Welcome to Palermo

**Adrena's point of view** 

All of a sudden, we were sitting in Ricardo's black van on our way to the airport. Or, i wouldn't call it an airport, but it was a sort of parking lot, made for private jets. I've never imagined that i'd someday be sitting in a private jet. 

Lorenzo was right about Ricardo, by the way. He apologized several times, and seemed genuinely sorry about how he treated me, the last time he drove me somewhere. Each time i recall it, i get goosebumps down my spine. I haven't processed it yet, too much has been going on, and i haven't even fully realized yet, that Dimitri is dead - DEAD.