Some interesting documents.

As Giovanni's bedroom was on the second floor she decided it would be best to have a look around there first. The corridor was long and plushly carpeted in a deep burgundy color. Several doors were even spaced along its length interspersed with painting and family portraits. Sarah went two doors along and turned the handle as quietly as she had Giovanni's. She was disappointed to find that it was just another bedroom, perhaps a guest's room as there wasn't any evidence of anyone occupying the room. No point wasting what little time she had snooping around in there Sarah though to herself as she let herself out to try another door.

This time she tried the door opposite the one Giovanni slept in. She soundlessly opened the door and eased her way in. The room was pitch black from the curtains being closed and Sarah was totally blinded as to what was around her. If only the CIA had given her some night vision sunglasses or something like that she thought as she felt her way to the window to shed some light on the room. It was as she was taking her third step that she heard a person in the room mumble something. Sarah froze as her heart raced inside her chest. Her thoughts where instantly of panic that she might get caught. The figure she guessed to be in the bed then mumbled some more before rolling over and snoring. Then she had her chance, Sarah turned and tiptoed back to the door and exited as fast as she could while maintaining her silence.

Back out in the hallway, Sarah decided it might be better to look somewhere else. If she kept stumbling into people's rooms like that who knew what might happened. She retraced the way Giovanni had taken her back down the stairs and into the main entrance room of the house. There was six different rooms that lead in different areas of the house from there. Sarah started to try doors. If she was discovered she could always say that she had been looking for the bathroom. The first door she tried lead to a dining room with a very long table. Another door ran off to the kitchens that Sarah didn't think would contain any secrets. The third door opened into a lounge room with massive home theatre system. The fourth door however seemed a lot more interesting.

Inside it looked to be a kind of office with a large desk covered in large piles of unsorted papers. Two of the walls were lined with books contained in bookshelves that stretched from floor to ceiling. Another wall was made up of atleast a dozen little televisions linked to security cameras focused on the mansions compounds.

Sarah made her way to the other side of the desk and started to sift through the papers. It took her awhile but she came to a manila folder that contained several different shipping schedules. The dates looked current. Could they possibly be the ships the Mafia was smuggling the guns in on. Sarah's eyes flicked back to the tv monitors as a well-built man walking towards the main entrance to the house caught her attention. He must have been on a patrol round and would be coming back to this very room. Quickly she grabbed the papers from the folder and stuffed them into her side purse and then hid the folder back into the piles. She raced from the room, closing the door behind her. She made her was to the front door and opened it. Sarah found herself standing face to face with the guy she had seen on the monitor.

"Hi there, I'm Giovanni's date. He's asleep now and I need to get home. Is there any chance you could let me out?" Sarah asked casually to the man.

He didn't reply just looked her up and down and smirked. She knew exactly what he must have been thinking which made her wonder how many girls Giovanni must bring home. He started to walk toward the gate and Sarah followed behind him. He swiped an electronic card into the reader and the gates swung open for her.

"Seeya then," she said as she walked away with him checking out her ass.

The gates shut and the man was on his way back to the house. Sarah walked about a hundred meters from the Passini mansion when she saw a car. A black sedan which was parked about fifty meters from her flashed its lights. Sarah walked towards it and as she reached the window on the passenger's side, the window opened to her.