Chapter 55

• I grunted in response. Enzo was one of the few people allowed to talk to me so casually. And only because we'd been together since school. He knew me well. Probably too well. But he always had my back. And I, his. I trusted him with my life. Hitting the intercom on my desk, I called the kitchen, where I'd seen Lisa bustling around on my way to my office. "Lisa, make sure Veda is showered and dressed and ready to go shopping in three hours, please."
• "Yes, sir, Mr. Morelli," her pleasant voice responded right away. "Should I bring in your breakfast?"
• "Yes. Thank you. For Enzo, too."