The road was completely silent, it was not the silence of an empty place, but the silence of a full one, of seven people and a line of cars and twenty years of accumulated consequence all arriving at the same point at the same time, and nobody moved or breathed.
Dorian was the first to speak.
"Who," he said. Just that one word, stripped of everything except the question itself.
Vasile tilted his head, the amusement was still there, he had the expression of a man who had been waiting a very long time to be in this position and was finding it exactly as satisfying as he'd imagined.
"His name was Pavel," Vasile said. "My driver. My friend, actually one of the few I've ever had. He'd been with me fifteen years, longer than your Marco." His eyes moved briefly to Marco's car, to Marco still
