LOGINAntonio's face went still."She was five days without it," Dimitri said. "Her body gave out. She stopped breathing properly for nearly two minutes. If the man she was with had been a little slower, a little less careful, she would be dead.""I wasn't told that.""No.""The seizure was short?""Short enough." Dimitri's jaw tightened. "She is eight years into a dependence you built, and she nearly died of it because someone stopped the supply. Not you. Not Lorenzo. The man she ran to kept her alive.""The man she ran to," Antonio said."He is the one who found out what was wrong with her."Antonio was silent. He picked up the pen and turned it once between his fingers, then set it down again."The one thing I did not account for," he said at last, "was a man who would take her out of reach.""You didn't account for a lot of things.""I accounted for you.""Did you?""I expected you to do exactly what you are doing now. Walk in here with your face set and demand an explanation." Antonio'
"They were already coming for me." Dimitri looked at the dark window. "This only gives me more to work with."Marco shifted. "He said something about Isabella, didn't he? About who made the pills.""He said he'll find out." Dimitri's voice was even. "And when he does, she'll hear it from him.""Boss...""I know.""He'll find out eventually. Luca is not stupid.""No. He isn't." Dimitri was silent for a moment. He thought of Dante on the other end of the line, steady and certain, telling him what he owed. A man with nothing hidden, speaking to a man who had hidden everything. "He gave me everything he had, Marco. And I gave him a doctor and a bottle of pills.""It's what you could give.""It's what I chose to."Marco didn't answer. There was nothing to say.Dimitri stood and crossed to the window. The city lay spread out below him, lit and quiet. Somewhere out there, past the hills, a man was breaking his last tie to the organization that had made him. And on the other side of the same
"How do you know?""Because I've seen his name on a transfer I was told to ignore."Another silence. Then, very quietly, "Good."Dante opened his eyes. The sea was dark below the terrace, the horizon a thin line of lighter dark. "That's the test?""That's the test." There was no warmth in Dimitri's voice, but it wasn't hostile either. "You answered both truthfully.""You already knew them.""Yes.""Then why ask?""So I could see whether you'd lie." A pause. "You didn't. Now give me something I don't know."Dante let out a slow breath. He had planned this part. He had gone over it for two days, sitting in the dark beside Isabella's bed, deciding how much to give and how little to keep."Brooklyn," he said."What about it?""When I took your territory there, I thought I was winning. The Covenant told me to hold it. They said they had a purpose for those corners, and I didn't ask what it was." Dante's voice was steady. "I never saw any of the money.""Explain.""Every dealer I turned, ev
POV: DANTELuca found the seam at two in the afternoon.He came out onto the terrace with a laptop under one arm and the look of a man who had been waiting all day to say something. Dante was sitting in the shade with a cup of coffee he hadn't touched. Through the glass door behind him, he could see the bedroom, the bed, the shape of Isabella asleep under the blanket. Her breathing was slow. The doctor had called twice that morning and said the same thing both times: holding."I've got something," Luca said."Sit."Luca sat and opened the laptop on the table. "The trail I've been following. The Malta import firm, the Naples supplier, the courier. I thought it was a dead end, but I kept going." He turned the screen toward Dante. "Look at the closing date."Dante looked. It was a corporate filing, a page of numbers and stamps. "What am I looking at?""The Malta company dissolved on the nineteenth of August. The registry in Naples says the nineteenth. But the freight authority has it clo
"No.""Are you going to tell him?""Not yet."Eve was quiet for a long moment. When she spoke, her voice was very soft."Why did he do it?""I don't know. I'm going to ask him.""When?""When she's stable. Not before." He rubbed his face with one hand. "If I go to him now, he'll tell me whatever he needs me to hear. I want to go in with the facts."Eve nodded slowly. She looked at his hand where it rested on the railing, at the white edges of his knuckles. He was holding on very tightly."Does anyone else know?" she asked. "That it's him?""Marco. Armani. Now you.""And Mike?""Mike knows I'm helping Dante. He built a false trail for me this morning, so that Dante's man would stop looking." Dimitri's mouth twisted. "He asked if you knew. I told him I'd tell you tonight.""So Mike knew before I did.""Yes.""Everyone knew before I did.""Eve....""I'm not angry about the secret," Eve said. She turned to face him fully. "I understand why you didn't tell me at dawn. I understand that you
"Yes, Signore."He set the phone down and stood for a long time with his hand on the receiver.Someone had got to Armani. Not Dante, because Dante would have gone for the doctor himself, and Dante did not know where the doctor was. Someone quieter. Someone who had known where to look and what to take and how to leave very little behind.It was a short list. He did not care for the name at the top of it....The aide came back at nine that night.Antonio was at his desk with the lamp finally lit. He had not eaten."It's done," the aide said. "The courier is closed. Every registration was withdrawn by six. Armani's file has been removed from three registries, and the fourth is in progress. The Naples depot has been emptied. The stock is in the cold room at Frascati.""Good.""The safe log, Signore." He laid a second sheet on the desk. "There have been no unusual openings in the past year. The only entry outside the first of the month is this morning's. The code used was Armani's own.""







