Voss actually believed him. Not trusted him. God, no. A man had gone missing. Another man had vanished the same day.
And somewhere inside all that, someone was moving pieces on a board both of them had been too busy hating each other to study properly.
"I'm not exchanging information with you," Voss said. "If that is what you are implying."
Luca gave a faint, humourless smile. "Detective, please. I would never imply you were useful enough to be my partner. I will investigate on my own too," Luca continued, ignoring the warning, "and I hope for the sake of whoever is doing this that you get to them first."
Voss heard the threat inside them. Everyone did. "Since we are being honest about our feelings, Luciano…"
"Did you kill my father?" Voss asked.
The vendetta beneath it all had finally come alive.
