The old man was still looking at him as if he were expecting him to change his mind. Fat chance. Constantine knew well that this was the only way to get Vica to listen. Otherwise, she would (fairly) assume he'd hatched an intricate plot to get her to leave. Considering that it had been half on his mind to do that anyway, and also considering that she was well aware of his tendency to scheme, it was going to be a hell of a time convincing her.
Which was why he was leaving it to Mattheus to deliver the initial blow. Constantine wasn't interested in fighting over this when, as the old man had said, time was of the essence.
"Go on," he said, and he crossed his arms before leaning back against the trunk of a slender tree. "We have all the privacy you need here."
The physician looked around w
