“You’re right,” I say, after a moment. “And you’re right that I shouldn’t have assumed that you and Dante couldn’t just be friends.”

Riona glances over at me, surprised that I actually agreed with her for once.

“People are always telling me what I should want, or what I should feel,” she says.

“Is Dean one of those people?”

That was the wrong thing to say. I can almost see her barriers coming up again.

“You were lying when you said you didn’t like art,” Riona says. “You were laying a trap for him, so you could make him look stupid.”

“For a smart guy, it was awfully easy to make him look dumb.”

“You didn’t like him as soon as he made that comment about the military.”

“Everybody thinks they know what’s it like to be in the army ‘cause they watched Saving Private Ryan.”

Riona nods slowly. “Right. And everyone’s a lawyer because they watched Suits.”

I laugh. “Well . . . that was a pretty good show.”

Riona smiles just a little. “I watched it for the clothes. Donna knew how to dress. Joan from Mad Men, too. They don’t always do the redheads right on TV, but with those two . . . ”

I’m sorry that we’re already pulling up in front of Callum’s place. Right when Riona was actually starting to relax a little. It takes me a minute to be sure we’ve got the right place, because the building looks like an old church, not an apartment complex. But Riona assures me this is the spot.

I never met Callum on my last visit—he was busy watching the birth of his son. I know all about him, though. He’s married to Dante’s little sister Aida. He’s the oldest Griffin child and heir to the empire.

I can tell straight off how much he cares about Riona. He brings us up to his cozy kitchen, which is small but warm, with exposed brick walls and butcher block counters. Plenty of the original church remains, including the long roof beams, and several stained-glass windows.

Despite how late it is, Callum’s still dressed in slacks and a white button-up shirt, the sleeves rolled up. He keeps his voice low as he pours us all a drink, mindful of Aida and the baby asleep in the next room.

“How’s Miles?” Riona whispers.

“Getting more stubborn by the day.” Callum smiles.

He pours us each a glass of red wine.

“To family,” he says simply.

This time, I take a sip. The wine seems especially good after the ribeye. It’s funny eating and drinking like this. The two months before I hardly had a single good meal. Now I’m in the lap of luxury. I’ll have to be careful not to let it go to my head. Hunger gives you an edge.

“Alright,” I say, setting down the wine. “What do we know about the diver?”

Callum opens his laptop and plays the security video for me.

Even though I can see that it upsets Riona, she watches the whole thing over again without taking her eyes off the screen.