“I want a name.”
“I told you. Family. That’s why he can’t hurt me. He’s my brother-in-law.”
“Your wife’s side?”
“Beatrice…she’s his sister. Luca Borgia.”
London’s face creased in surprise. It was a name she recognized.
“What the hell else do you want?” said Lester.
“Nothing. We can take it from here. It’s over.”
Lester gave them a look, all hate and disgust. “It’s not over until he says it’s over.”
Chapter 50
Tel Aviv
No time like the present.
Danni Pine popped her head into accounting. “Anyone home?”
Goldie Levin answered without lifting her eyes from her work. “Busy.”
Danni entered the office and took up position in front of her desk. “Ahem.”
Goldie raised her eyes, met Danni’s gaze. “Sit. I’ll be with you when I can.”
Goldie was sixty if a day, a wrinkled, gray-haired refusenik from the former Soviet Union and, if Danni wasn’t mistaken, this company’s second employee, not counting her father. Danni could intimidate software engineers. Clients she could tell what to do. But Goldie? Not a chance. The woman might as well have founded the company instead of her father.
Danni studied the calendar on the wall showing a photograph of the Galilee. She looked at pictures of Goldie’s family. She picked up an old action figure of Moshe Dayan. Where in the world had the woman found that?
“So,” said Goldie, at length. “To what do I owe the honor?”
Danni smiled as politely as she knew. “I need to check the billing for a client.”
“Name?”
“Borgia, Luca. It might be under a corporate name. Central Umbrian Enterprises, I think.”
Goldie typed the name into her desktop. “Borgia, Luca M. Ten days left on the billing cycle.”
“I need to close it out today.”
“Bills go out at the end of the month.”
“Humor me.”
“I’ll have to add the remaining May days onto June. Messy.”
“Goldie!”
The accountant’s eyes opened wide.
“Send a copy of Borgia’s bill through today’s date to my personal email. I’ll forward it to the client myself. I need to add a personal note. If it isn’t there by the time I get upstairs, I’m going to confiscate Moshe Dayan here.”
Goldie froze. “You wouldn’t!”
