Capone, true to his word, brought Sophia and Diana to the western hills to pay their respects.
Sophia had never known that the island had such steep mountains. The car could only take them halfway up, and then they had to hike the rest of the way to reach the graves.
Joey was driving, still in a Cadillac Escalade, the same model as the one they used when Sophia was kidnapped, but now it was a brand new, creamy white color with no bullet holes, no bloodstains, as if the attack that day had never happened.
Sophia sat in the back seat, occasionally sneaking glances at Capone beside her. His eyes were closed as he rested against the seat.
"Why are you looking at me?" he asked, without opening his eyes, yet still sensing her gaze.
Sophia's heart skipped a beat, and she turned away in frustration. She should have known—when this man seemed at rest, he was usually still fully aware.
Trying to escape right under his nose was nearly impossible.