The Medici Secret

Chapter 26

Toronto, present day The call to a Venetian number was made by one of Luc Fournier's junior assistants and patched through to the speeding limo en route to the airport.

'Good evening,' Fournier said. He heard an intake of breath as the man at the other end of the line was about to speak.

'There's no need for you to say anything,' Fournier was clipped and precise. 'Let's make this as simple as possible. I want you to intervene personally. Do you understand?… Good. That's all. Don't fail me.'