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... sedan idling at the curb. We drove for less than five minutes, deep into a side street that felt centuries older than the glittering hotels of the waterfront. We pulled up in front of an understated restaurant with an olive-green façade. No neon, no grand signage. Just Il Traguardo etched into the glass.
The man opened the car door. "Mr. Marchetti is inside. He’s requested a private audience." He paused, looking at my men. "Your security will need to wait here. The establishment is priv ...
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