Marco let that stand. He knew better than to push at it.
"There's the offer," he said instead.
"Yes."
"Dante said he'd give you The Covenant. Do you trust it?"
"No," Dimitri said. "I trust what he wants."
"Which is?"
"The girl alive. A man who wants that badly enough will hand over things he can't take back." Dimitri turned from the window. "But I'm not going to take his word for it. When the time comes, I'll ask him something I already know the answer to. If he lies, I stop."
"And if he doesn't?"
"Then I have what I've wanted for a year, from the one man I never expected to give it to me."
Marco looked at him for a long moment. "You don't sound pleased."
"I'm not," Dimitri said. "I'm useful to myself. It's not the same thing."
He sat back down and pulled the phone across the desk.
"Call Armani," he said.
...
Marco dialed. It rang four times before it was picked up.
"Pronto?" The doctor's voice was thin and wary.
