“What are you doing here?”
I placed the stack of papers on my father’s desk and removed my jacket.
“I wanted to stop in before I head back to New York.”
“How did the meeting go?”
“Terzo is dead.”
He stared at me with a watchful eye, rubbing his chin.
“Did he make a move first?”
“He didn’t like our decision.”
“That was going to be the outcome no matter what.”
“Do you think I was wrong?”
“If your motivation was in the right place, then no.”
“He would have come after us to avenge Carmine’s death.”
“I sensed that the moment word got back to Alize.”
“Brambilla thinks I’m over my head.”
“We’ve all been young and dumb in this business.”
“As long as I have your approval, I’ll sleep easy at night.”
“What do you have to do tomorrow?”
“Meeting with Serbians.”
“Are you flying back fo
