“No. He’s not telling the whole truth. There’s a difference.” A light breeze wafted around them as they strolled through one of Rome’s many piazzas. Jack wasn’t sure if it was the surprisingly nice December afternoon or the presence of a beautiful woman at his side, but he couldn’t quite muster up anything more than a subtle annoyance at their meeting with Dante. Several people sat under umbrellas in the outdoor cafés that dotted the large square and Jack had a sudden urge for a cappuccino. “Come on.” When she only stared at him in confusion he pointed toward the nearest restaurant. “I want a coffee. We’ll dissect the good officer’s words and come up with our own meaning. We’ll also figure out how badly we still want in on this job.” He held up two fingers to the restaurant’s hostess before she led them to a small table. Once seated and their cappuccinos ordered, he settled back in his chair.
