Page 73 of Dishonored

“Call from Cain,” said the robotic voice over the speakers of Caesar’s 1969 Corvette. The Bluetooth and stereo system was just about the only thing that wasn’t vintage on the car.

“Answer,” Caesar said.

Cain’s voice came over the speakers not a second later. “We’ve got a fucking problem, man.”

“If it’s that my father is calling you because I won’t pick up his calls, then I really don’t consider that a fucking problem, Cain.”

“What—no.”

Caesar’s attention was firmly on the road, and on the fact that he was nearly home. Another block, and he could get inside his place, shut out the world, and figure out his next move against Aria … or her fucking husband.

Yes, that sounded—

“Alice is dead,” Cain said.

Caesar saw black smoke coloring the sky at the same time his friend said three words he never really expected to hear. He was stuck between trying to figure out a response for his friend, and realizing that smoke in the sky was coming from … shit, his penthouse apartment at the top of the apartment building.

He could already see it from a block away.

He knew it was gone.

He just … knew.

“Delivered flowers … doorstep … your brother was upstairs when it went off … not hurt … she’s dead.”

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Cain droned on.

Caesar drove slower until he was forced to pull his Corvette to a stop behind a barricade set up by a team of several firetrucks. Probably trying to contain the blaze.

He probably should have been sad about his half-brother’s wife, but he hadn’t felt anything for that woman since the moment she jerked him off under the table at a family dinner, and then let him up her skirt. That was just how it worked for him, really. He couldn’t change it.

Hey, at least Daniele survived.

“The boss got a call right after—Raffe Ferri claiming the bomb on Daniele and Alice,” Cain added.

Caesar nodded, figuring that’s what it was.

Shit.

The man didn’t waste time.

He gave a threat; he followed through.

Interesting …

“Caesar, did you hear anything I just said?” his friend asked.

“He doesn’t fuck around, huh?”

“What?”

“Raffe—he threatened the Accardos today when I had a run-in with him. Said we were going to lose something.”

Caesar’s whole life—his only safe place in the world—was burning down right before his eyes, and he felt cold all over.

“You’re going to need to get to your father’s place, Caesar.”