BLOOD DEBT
You have been abiding too long with ghosts.
"Humour me," I said calmly. "Before my patience runs out."
He examined me at the edge of his glass. "You're asking about old money. Blood money. Before you were ready to rule."
"And yet it still moves," I said. "Quietly."
Vittorio leaned back. Dino, everything old is still breathing. You are the one who should know that, of all people.
I leaned forward slightly. "Was it yours?"
His smile was broad and very gradual. "Why ask me?"