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  “Una moneda?” she begged.

  “A coin? Sorry, darling, all I have is a wallet full of notes.”

  He looked up at the sky. By the time he returned from Sicily it would be winter. And in winter Mike Costello could lose himself on the streets of Buenos Aires.

  Acknowledgements

  This story would not be what it is without the time and efforts of so many people. I want to thank Greg Cormack for bringing his unique and insightful sense of story to the manuscript. His structural edits really are a book in themselves and were often far more entertaining than my own efforts. To Lauren Finger, not just for the editing work but for being a guide through the book publishing process. Thank you to my first readers; for your compassionate lies, for not snuffing out my flame of creativity when it was at its most vulnerable. Thank you to my parents for bringing me to live amongst the humans. Finally, thank you to my wonderful wife, Carolina, who lived with half a husband for 12 months, who let me roam the streets of Buenos Aires in my mind, who was constantly woken at 3am as I scrambled to commit an idea to paper; who surfed the depression of a failed plot twist alongside me, who understood, forgave, encouraged, inspired and smiled; who never let me forget that what I was doing was the most important thing in the world and didn’t mean a thing.