Sixteen
Dimitri Afoniki found the note before he got the call that Aleksi was dead.
The ring is safe. Don’t look for it.
He’d known and still he went. Had to admire the old goat.
He’d even planned his own exit. Dimitri frowned, wondering who had the ring? He would have to ask some questions. As far as he knew, no one but his personal bodyguard had visited his uncle in days. He’d visited him just long enough for Aleksi to suggest the meeting with Guido. Interesting timing? The old man must plot to the very end.
And really, it didn’t matter, since neither Guido or Claude had a ring. It was an old symbol, as dead as the three men who’d worn them. Would he have worn it? Only out of respect, he decided. Hideous thing that would always have reminded him of the twisted old hand every time he
