**If you just want to get to the sex, look for the first divider**
Monday morning. “Why you? Why is it always you?”, my girlfriend protested as I got out of her car at the train station.
“I’m the best they have at sorting this sort of shit out.”, I explained again as I pulled my suitcase from the boot. “I go down there, throw a few network cables about and I’ll be back before you know it. I don’t get paid the big bucks to turn these jobs down. I’ll be back on Wednesday night. You won’t even know I’m gone.”
“Fine. Just text me when you get to London.” I assured her I would, kissed her goodbye and walked towards the station to await my carriage.
I turned to watch her pull away and pulled the train ticket out of my pocket. I wasn’t going to London. I was headed north. I had a flight to catch. Hours later, I landed at Catania-Fontanarossa Airport – in Sicily.