Marco walked slightly ahead, guiding Don Genovese through the halls of Commissioned. The bar buzzed with the usual rhythm of evening service.
It had been a while since the older Genovese had stepped inside the place.
The staff had noticed immediately when he arrived.
Since Luca wasn't around, the responsibility of hosting him had fallen to Marco.
"So Luca didn't tell you where he was going and when he would be back?" Don asked.
"No sir." Marco answered respectfully.
Behind them, Julian followed a few steps back, his hands in his pockets as he listened to the conversation with mild interest.
Don Genovese stopped walking briefly, glancing around. "Did he go with his ring?" he asked.
Marco shook his head. "No. He told me he left it behind. He didn't want to be tracked."
Don Genovese's eyes narrowed slightly.
That detail clearly didn't sit well with him.
"He assured me he wasn't doing anything dangerous," Marco added quickly.
