It took less than a few seconds for his men to grab me by the arms and drag me the rest of the way to the large wooden door. “What do you want?” a man in a thick accent demanded. “He’s here for me,” a crisp voice said from the doorway. I looked up into Luca’s eyes. “That I am.” “Do you have what we discussed?” “Right here.” I pulled out the journal. “Let’s talk inside.” He nodded and we walked into a small kitchen. Luca poured me a large glass of wine. “You work faster than I expected.” “I had help.” I sighed and pointed at the journal. “I’ll keep your secret if you keep mine.” It sounded like a taunt, when it was more like a plea. “And what do I have to gain in this little exchange?” I took a large gulp of wine. “You’ve been trying to cover it up for too long, Luca. At least admit that much.” “It has become… trying.” “She should know you’re her great uncle.” “Trace does not need to know these things. It is best to keep them… private.”
