"You should have known." My voice hardens. "That's your job. To know what happens in your organization."
"You're right. You're absolutely right."
"So here's what's going to happen." I return to my desk. Sit. "You're going to find out who in your family is working with Smoke. You're going to bring me their name. And you're going to deliver them to me personally."
"How long do I have?"
"Forty-eight hours."
His face goes white again. "That's not enough time to?—"
"Forty-eight hours," I repeat. "Or I reconsider the Sartoris' request."
"Mr. Baganov, please?—"
"Forty-eight hours, Lucio." I open my laptop. "Igor will show you out."
He stands on shaking legs. "I'll find him. I promise."
"You better."
Igor opens the door. Waits.
Lucio walks toward it. Stops. Turns back.
"For what it's worth," he says, "I'm glad your fiancée is safe."
I don't look up from my screen. "Get out."
He leaves.
The door clicks shut.
Igor returns to his position by the wall.
"He doesn't know a thing," He says.
I close my laptop. "I know."
"Then why?—"
"Because I had to make the move." I stand. Walk to the window. "Pietro asked me to mention the Sartoris' name. Show the other families that we're working together. That they're providing support."
Igor's quiet for a moment. "Respect."
"Exactly." I watch the street below. Cars passing."We need the other families to respect us the same as before. Even more, now that my father's gone."
"And you think Lucio will actually find anything?"
"No." I turn from the window. "But he'll try. And when he fails, everyone will know the Corellis couldn't protect their own organization from infiltration."
"Weakness."
"Weakness," I agree.
Igor moves to the desk. Pours vodka into two glasses. Hands me one.
"You really think Smoke isn't connected to them?" he asks.
