"Don Bastione is back in Italy!" Julian announced.
Don Genovese remained seated behind his desk, fingers lightly steepled, his gaze thoughtful as he absorbed the information. "Is he now?" he said finally.
Slowly, a smile spread across his face.
"Yeah. I just heard. You want to go ahead with the plan?" Julian asked. He stood across from his father's desk.
"Yes," Don said. "But first confirm with Luciano if the information Bastardi gave is still good. I don't want to be caught unawares."
"I have to go to New York?" Julian asked, though he already knew the answer.
"How else do you plan on carrying such sensitive information?" he replied smoothly. "Oh—and make sure to give him the message this time," Don Genovese added. "I haven't forgotten that you deliberately left some information out the last time I sent you to New York."
