58

BRANDON

I invite Cassius privately to the hotel’s executive suite. I had John, Oliver’s chauffeur, prepare a computer, and he is standing right next to it waiting for my arrival.

“Master Lucien,” he says politely.

“John. Are they ready?”

“Yes, sir.”

“John?” Cassius hesitates a little.

“Good evening, Mr. Katrakis,” John says and turns on the computer.

I pull the chair in front of the computer and invite Cassius to have a seat beside me. “Come, sit.”

His eyebrow rises. “What’s going on?”

“Just come.”

He sighs deeply and takes the seat. “How is this supposed to find Oliver?” he asks again but doesn’t demand an answer as the video conference starts at last.

“Good evening there, Brandon, Cassius.” My cousin Constantine’s cozy, accented voice reverberates from the speaker.

Next to him is his twin brother, Carmelo. “You have not been careful again, Brandon,” he says, his tone accusing. “First Aunt Grethe and your sister Elga, Now, it’s Oliver. Who’s going to be their next target? How disgust