"How do you know?"
"Because I've seen his name on a transfer I was told to ignore."
Another silence. Then, very quietly, "Good."
Dante opened his eyes. The sea was dark below the terrace, the horizon a thin line of lighter dark. "That's the test?"
"That's the test." There was no warmth in Dimitri's voice, but it wasn't hostile either. "You answered both truthfully."
"You already knew them."
"Yes."
"Then why ask?"
"So I could see whether you'd lie." A pause. "You didn't. Now give me something I don't know."
Dante let out a slow breath. He had planned this part. He had gone over it for two days, sitting in the dark beside Isabella's bed, deciding how much to give and how little to keep.
"Brooklyn," he said.
"What about it?"
"When I took your territory there, I thought I was winning. The Covenant told me to hold it. They said they had a purpose for those corners, and I didn't ask what it was." Dante's voice was steady. "I never saw any of the money."
"Explain."
