The oak doors opened. Gabriel entered first. Two dozen men in black tactical gear followed, each vest marked with the silver Valerian crest: a ship above a trident.
Marcello pushed back from the table. Dante took his hand out of his jacket.
Gabriel came to my side and set a slim silver portfolio on the table.
I rose and stopped beside Marcello's chair. "You do have a traitor in your house. You've been protecting her for years."
The first bank statements showed money leaving his emergency accounts. It went to an offshore account Camilla had opened three weeks ago under her mother's maiden name.
Marcello turned on her. Camilla caught the back of his chair with one hand.
I placed surveillance photographs beside the statements. "Two nights ago, she met one of Dante's lieutenants. He gave
