POV: ANTONIO
The call came at 11:23 PM, Rome time.
Antonio was in his study at the estate, reviewing pharmaceutical research reports from the Prometheus Laboratory when his personal line rang. Not the business line. Not the operational line. The personal line, the one only a handful of people had access to.
Lorenzo Russo.
Antonio picked up immediately.
"What is it?" Antonio said, no greeting attached. After decades of doing business with each other, they'd moved past pleasantries.
"I'm hearing things," Lorenzo said without preamble. "My people are reporting that The Covenant is moving. That they're targeting one of your sons."
Antonio's hand tightened on the phone.
He'd been expecting this call in some form, had understood that news of The Covenant's involvement would eventually reach Lorenzo. The question was what Lorenzo would do with that information.
"They're targeting Dimitri," Antonio said simply. "Yes."
"Why?" Lorenzo asked. "What did he do?"
