Mountains of Dawn

"Could I see a picture of your father?"

Luigi reached for an album on a top shelf and handed it to Malcolm.

Malcolm leafed through it intently, then close it. "Thank you, Mr. di Monteturro. You've been most helpful."

"You're welcome." Luigi Amedeo relaxed. "By the way, how is Tanya?"

"She's well, considering what she's been through. She's stashed in a very safe place. That's all I can tell you right now." Malcolm rose.

"Wonderful. Can I help you in any other way?" Luigi Amedeo asked.

"Well," Malcolm said with a grin, "I have information you've chartered a plane to fly to Toronto this afternoon. I wonder-I'd like to ask you-would you have room for one more passenger?"

"Delighted to be of assistance, Mr. Clark," Luigi Amedeo replied, bowing slightly.