“Noticed Luca had this scar on his wrist last night. My guess is from a knife fight.” He moved to Christian. “Christian wears the same cologne as I do, and Luca wears something downright dreadful.” He scrunched up his nose. “No offense, bro,” he said, winking at Luca. “That’s why you were sniffing them,” I said, putting the pieces together about his crazy behavior.
