Poseur

"Signore Abbacchio," the grandfather's eyes flicked back and forth between the man standing by reception and the place under the counter where he kept the fee. "You're... on time."

"Good afternoon," he stood in front of the cash register and didn't stare down the old man so much as he simply allowed his height and resting dissatisfied expression do the work for him. "You know what I'm here for. Let's make this quick. My Capo tells me you owe less than usual, only a hundred euros. So, if you'll give it here, me and my..." The ratboy was gone, missing, as if he had never been with Leone at all. "Never mind, fork it over and I'll be going."

"But didn't you send someone earlier?" the kid piped up.

Leone blanched. "What?"

Abbacchio's got an imposter to deal with.

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