“Oh good,” I muttered. “My favorite kind of conversation.”
He ignored that.
“Your father found something before he died,” he said calmly. “Something he wasn’t supposed to.”
“What?”
“That’s what this has always been about.”
I stared at him.
“No. My father was killed over business.”
“That’s what they wanted everybody to think.”
Beside me, Leone went quiet.
Too quiet and I looked at him instantly.
“You knew that.”
“No,” he replied immediately. “Not fully.”
“But enough.”
His expression tightened slightly and honestly, that answer pissed me off more than if he’d just lied outright.
“Oh my God,” I muttered, stepping back slightly. “Is there anybody in this city who actually tells me the full truth?”
“Not if they want you alive,” the man replied.
I looked at him sharply.
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