Frank locked the door.
Not threatening. Just deliberate. The quiet finality of a man who had decided this conversation was happening and nothing was interrupting it.
He crossed to the bar. Poured two glasses. Set one in front of me without asking.
I didn't touch it.
He didn't sit. Just stood on the other side of the desk with his drink and looked at me like he was deciding where to start.
"Sofia Costello." He said her name like he hadn't said it out loud in a long time. "She was twenty two when I met her. A translator. Her father did business with mine."
I said nothing.
"She wasn't supposed to be here. That was my fault. I brought her into this world because I wanted her close and I told myself I could keep her safe." His jaw tightened. "I was wrong."
"What happened to her?"
"She
