"That's the thing about good men," he said. "I can watch an innocent person get killed on my doorstep and I wouldn't even blink." Luca's voice lowered. "You, on the other hand, Detective… it would haunt you. I like honourable opponents. They are predictable in the one way that matters."
Voss smiled. He finally realised the knife on the table could be held by either of them. "You know what…" he said slowly, eyes narrowing with a new interest. "Maybe I should take a page out of your own playbook."
"That would require taste, Detective."
"If the time ever comes that you need me to get your girl out of a fix," Voss said, "then you will owe me a debt."
Luca's eyes changed. Voss saw it and smiled wider.
"You know what I want, right?"
"Of course, Detective. I do know what you want."
