of dust from the sleeve of his jacket, a

ice casual. "Custom tailored. Egyptian

embroidery over his

orment, to strip away anothe

und echoed in the narrow alley, sounding desperate and

ef of what? A name? A face? You th

oor. "They're in there right now. Marco, Maria, the

taff, spoken so easily by this

id, trying to find some solid ground. "He's been with

as if he could will Marco t

shouted. "Ma

The only answer was the

ftly. "They can't hear you. Or

his voice dropping to a

om that oyster knife when you were an apprentice. I know you hate cilant

now these things? These weren't public knowledge. These

w..

icker of something dark and triumphant in his eyes. "Not who

omething else, something far more sinister and complete. The man hadn't just stolen his name and his restauran

deepest secrets, and felt a terror that went beyond fear

Ethan asked, his voi

. "I have my beautiful fiancée, my three-star r

an with that sam

. what are you going to