MATTEO LEANED BACK, creating distance for the first time since Lucson left. "There is one more thing. The disturbance I mentioned—I may have heard where it occurred."
Mailah's heart hammered against her ribs. "Where?"
"A small village. Northeast of here, in the mountains. Castelvetro." Matteo's fingers drummed once against the leather armrest. "Population maybe three hundred, mostly elderly. Remote enough that supernatural events go unnoticed by authorities."
"Castelvetro," Mailah repeated, committing the name to memory. The syllables felt heavy on her tongue.
"Is that everything?" she asked, aware that she needed to leave before Matteo decided he deserved more compensation for the information than just her phone number.
