[Poggio]

The room was strangely sterile for a heroin addict. Sterile and full of candles, incense, and other miscellaneous objects that made Galvins skin crawl. He quietly stalked out of the room listening for sounds of Cirro. He paused before stepping on the last step. Galvin scanned as much of the room as he could. There still no signs of Cirro about the house. His eyes caught something that looked like an address book. He walked over to the wall dresser plucking the book off the table hoping to find an entry on Leveau.