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the roof across the alley, prided himself that he’d learned well from Caesare. He could even read his mentor. But Caesare’s voice was dead-steady. “The feeling is mutual, Francesco Aleri. But it’s business.”
“You are not welcome back.”
Caesare snorted. “I’m not coming back. And if I happen to die, some very interesting information will be forwarded to Ricardo Brunelli.”
It was the heavy-set Francesco’s turn to snort. “You’ve got nothing. We’ve changed things since your time.”
Back on the shadowy rooftop Benito squinted, trying to absorb h