POV: DANTE
The call came through at 3:47 PM.
Dante was in his office in Rome, sitting behind the mahogany desk that had belonged to his brother before Dimitri Valentino decided Salvatore wasn't worth keeping alive. The view from his window overlooked the Tiber, and the afternoon light was turning the water gold.
"Boss," his man said on the other end. His name was Carmine, and he was one of the few people Dante actually trusted. "We have movement. Valentino just left Manhattan. Private jet. Filing a route toward the Atlantic."
Dante leaned back in his chair. So the Devil was finally leaving his territory. Finally coming out into the open where a man could get to him.
"Track it," Dante said. "I want to know where he lands. I want to know every stop, every route he takes, everything."
