Dante did not move.Neither did Julian.Clara felt Sophia’s heartbeat racing against her shoulder.The person who stepped from the darkened private room was an elderly...

Dante did not move.Neither did Julian.Clara felt Sophia’s heartbeat racing against her shoulder.The person who stepped from the darkened private room was an elderly man Clara had seen only once before.Marco Bellini.He had worked for Dante’s father and then briefly for Dante himself.His back was bent now, his silver hair thin, but his eyes remained sharp.Dante stared.“You left New York two years ago.”Marco nodded.“I was told to.”“By whom?”Marco looked directly at Julian.Julian’s face remained calm.“This is theater.”Marco ignored him.“I came back this morning.”Dante looked at the necklace again.“Why?”“Because the man who helped me hide what was behind that wall died last week.”A chill went through the room.Clara wished Sophia did not have to hear any...

Dante did not move.Neither did Julian.Clara felt Sophia’s heartbeat racing against her shoulder.The person who stepped from the darkened private room was an elderly man Clara had seen only once before.Marco Bellini.He had worked for Dante’s father and then briefly for Dante himself.His back was bent now, his silver hair thin, but his eyes remained sharp.Dante stared.“You left New York two years ago.”Marco nodded.“I was told to.”“By whom?”Marco looked directly at Julian.Julian’s face remained calm.“This is theater.”Marco ignored him.“I came back this morning.”Dante looked at the necklace again.“Why?”“Because the man who helped me hide what was behind that wall died last week.”A chill went through the room.Clara wished Sophia did not have to hear any...