Across the street, a black sedan sat behind a delivery truck.
Bishop Vale watched from the driver’s seat.
For more than twenty years, Bishop had served the Cain family as strategist, adviser, and the only man Adrien trusted completely. His silvering hair and calm expression gave him the appearance of a strict professor. The pistol beneath his coat and the bodies buried inside his memory told a different story.
When Adrien climbed into the car that night, still carrying half the loaf, Bishop looked at the bread.
“Should I have it tested?”
Adrien gave him a flat stare.
Bishop sighed. “You have enemies.”
“She bought it from Rossi’s.”
“Your enemies also have money.”
“She didn’t know who I was.”
“That is the part concerning me.”
Adrien placed the bread carefully on the seat beside him.
“She stood in front of me.”
“I saw.”
“She thought I was helpless.”
“Which is why I nearly had a heart attack when you insisted on this absurd disguise.”
“She stood in front of me anyway.”
Bishop looked at his employer for a long moment.
Then his expression softened.
“That woman is either very brave or dangerously reckless.”
Adrien looked through the window toward Rossi’s.
“Find out her name.”
Bishop did.
