"It will take a few hours."
"You have a few hours." Antonio rose and went to the window. The olive grove stood very still in the late sun. "And the depot in Naples. Move what is in it. Not far. Somewhere we can reach."
"Understood."
"One more thing. I want to know who Luca has been speaking to. Everyone. Phones, meetings, favors he's called in."
"That will be difficult."
"I did not say it would be easy." Antonio turned from the window. "I said I wanted to know."
The aide bowed his head slightly. "I'll begin now."
"Go."
When the door had closed, Antonio stayed standing at the window. His hands were clasped behind his back. His breathing was even.
He allowed himself exactly one moment to think about the girl.
