The doors of the private salon closed behind us, shutting out both delegations. Inside, the polished table had been cleared except for two chairs and the documents I had brought.
"Eleanor, please." Alessio took a step toward me, his cut hand hanging at his side. Blood had dried along his cuff. "Talk to me as yourself. Not as the Ghost, or the Queen, or whatever Russo calls you."
I placed my portfolio on the table and removed the first document. He remained standing until I set it in front of his chair.
"Your Aegean shipping routes carry untaxed pharmaceuticals. Three of your key customs officials were arrested this morning. Interpol has their ledgers, the payment dates, and every bribe recorded in them."
He sat down and read the first page. By the second paragraph, his injured hand had
