voices

the details

Trade Ambassador-at-Large.” Benito knew that from delivering the initial message to the man at the German hotel next to the Rialto.
There was a flash of teeth from Caesare. “Everything?” he asked slyly. “Even your sleepers?”
Aleri gave a short bark of laughter “You don’t know who those are. You were never on that part of the operation.”
“Ah, but on the other hand—Lorendana Valdosta was,” purred Caesare. “Now, why don’t we talk business. In there. You’ve got the Dandelos in your pocket.”
The two walked into the small shrine and, to Benito’s frustration, he could hear no more than the indistinct murmur of their voices, no matter how hard he strained his ears. It had been something of a shock to hear his mother’s name. But obviously Caesare had gotten something t