Into The Lion’s Den
A Short Story
Connor Clancy was sitting on a low wall outside Milano Centrale station, wearing a black suit — jacket, trousers, and waistcoat — although it was too hot for a suit. He had been there for hours, slowly drenching in the drizzling rain, while, behind him, commuters fought their way out of the station. The concourse was a tangle of cars, taxis, and pedestrians, all of them trying to find their way home. A…