Inside the cell, Salvatore was finishing arranging his blanket on the bunk when he heard footsteps. They weren't those of the usual guard. He turned curiously, and his eyes fell on a uniformed man, with an expressionless face… but something didn't fit.

Salvatore immediately stood up and shook his head. "Tony!"

The man opened the cell and smiled maliciously. "Finally alone, Mancini."

The door closed behind him. Salvatore took a step back, his body on alert, as his eyes scanned the visitor. Tony carried no handcuffs or chains, only a long, rusty knife, which he slowly pulled from his boot.

"I thought you were dead," Salvatore murmured.

"And I thought...