We stood in front of the door and Vincenzio knocked.

"Does he live alone?" I asked as my eyes kept wandering around the house. This house was spectacularly huge and there was nothing much to see. It was like a regular house, a big house, bushes around the house and some flowers and plants which was not much.

"Yes, before and after she left, he likes to keep his privacy private." I nodded, looked like Vincenzio knew more than me.

A second later, the door pulled open and Marsello stood there. He looked old but still fit with some natural grey hairs. I expected to see him in a wheelchair,...