I can’t see him, but I can tell he’s smiling.
“I’m sure we’ll get along fine, Lucio,” he murmurs pleasantly.
“I wouldn’t bet on it.”
“Are you prepared to meet with me?”
“Name the time and place.”
“I will call this number in precisely one hour with the details.”
“One of my men will accept the call,” I say dismissively.
“Looking forward to meeting you, Don Mazzeo.”
The line goes dead. I look up at my men.
“Yeah, I bet he f*****g is,” Adriano practically snarls. “Fucker’s up to something.”
“Of course he is,” I agree. “We’ve just got to stay three steps ahead of him.”
I head for the door. Adriano follows me out of my office.
“Where are you going?” he asks.
“Why, do you wanna hold my hand while I go there?”
He doesn’t even blink. “Don’t duck the question.”
He’s a damn persistent
