Foster nods. “That was my whole point. I just went about it the wrong way.”
“Yes,” Nico says. “Very wrong.”
Foster accepts that without argument.
Progress.
“Give my brother the night to cool down,” Nico says. “Then, if you’re willing, meet us back here tomorrow.”
“I’ll be here.”
I stand silently as Nico shakes Foster’s hand, then turns and walks calmly out of my office.
For several seconds, no one speaks.
Then Stefano exhales and looks around the room. “Well, had I known it was this fun here, I’d have left New York years ago.”
I look at my brother. “Do not start.”
He grins. “I like not being the fakeDon.”
“Don,” Luca calls from his office across the hall. “Captain Melvin is on the radio. You’ll have to come in here to speak with him. This thing is too complicated to move.”
Sighing, I take the whiskey from my brother’s hand and down the rest of it.
Stefano stares at me. “That was mine.”
“You’ll survive.”
“I might not.”
“I need a vacation,” I mutter, making my way across the hall.
Luca stands from his desk as I enter and hands me the radio speaker. Static crackles through the small office.
“Captain Melvin,” I say. “It’s unusual for you to contact me while in the air. What’s wrong?”
“Don,” Melvin says, his voice breaking in and out. “I’m going to lose signal soon. I need to warn you about—”
The radio cuts to silence.
I stare at it.
Luca stares at me.
From the doorway, Stefano says, “That sounded ominous.”
I slowly hang my head.
“Warn us about what?” Luca asks.
I hand the speaker back to him. “I suppose we’ll find out in three hours when he lands.”
Stefano leans against the doorframe. “Unless he doesn’t.”
I turn my head and look at him.
He lifts both hands. “Too soon?”
