I do everything in my power to keep my body language from betraying me.But all I’m thinking is —
My dark mood lingers into the night. Even the vodka I’ve been sipping onthroughout the evening hasn’t dulled my sense of restlessness. Between thebusiness deals and the action comes the intelligence gathering, and that’sthe part I loathe most. Those stagnant moments where time stands still andthere’s nothing else to do but wait.
I’ve got one team on Vittorio. Another team on the Irish.
And so far—not so much as a drop of information.
The apartment is quiet. Bee is at home, but she’s sticking to her roomtonight. She tried to talk to me when I got back from her father’s club, but Ishut down the conversation immediately. I’m not in the mood to hear herprattle
