Chapter 305

The night was a blur of shadows and light. Zabaleta at midnight was a spectacle of splendor, with the hustle of people and cars like a living, breathing dragon. For over a century that crossroads of two rivers had blossomed into a bustling metropolis, the pride of the East, dubbed ‘Easter Vittorios. Rumor had it that even the beggars there sat on fortunes larger than some small–town tycoons. The saying might be a bit over the top, but Zabaleta was just that – a glittering international...