Dante found my office building two days later. The steel-and-glass tower was one of several I used for private work, and there was no Rossi crest above the entrance.
He never made it past the lobby.
I watched from a soundproof suite thirty floors above him.
The last two days showed all over the security feed: unshaven face, dark rings under his eyes, a stained bandage wrapped badly around his right hand.
He argued with the guards until they stopped answering. Then he bent toward the lobby camera and began to plead.
"I need five minutes with her. Please. Just tell her I'm here."
The guards didn't open the elevator. Dante kept bargaining.
I picked up the secure line. "Marco, give him the package. Let the girl in when she arrives."
"Miss Rossi?"
"Do it."
On the feed, Marco handed Da
