I met Don Lupara on my veranda overlooking the Bay of Naples. He and I both knew the coward Cyclops had fled to Romania and we knew where he was although not exactly. Although the Cyclops family was decimated and had been absorbed by other families Cyclops still had allies in Naples. Those allies andContinue reading ““The Penniless Pensioner: Misaligned, Maligned But Marvellous” : Chapter 43: Getting the Dogs off My Scent”
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