“Do you know your father is responsible for the deaths of several of my friends?” ‘Friends’ is a generous word, but it hardly matters. “My father and I are very upset about their deaths. It is quite a blow to our organization.”
Her mouth pinches into a tight line. “No, I did not know that.”
“It seems there is a lot you do not know,” my father says, raising an eyebrow.
“Not knowing does not excuse you from responsibility,” I continue. “You are Benedetto Furino’s daughter, and your family has wronged us, and now I ask: what you are willing to do to repay us?”
Eve shifts from one foot to another, the muscles in her legs moving beneath the skin. She does not look like someone who has spent her life studying food. She is tight and toned and curvy, and as much as there is anger and rage boil
