"Given what happened at the anniversary party," he added, "I sensed some sort of friction."
"I assure you, all is well with both of them. Once all this business with the Bastione is concluded," he continued, his fingers resting lightly against the arm of the chair, "I'm sure they will spend more time together."
"I do not believe my daughter should be in town during the ambush," Vitale said finally. "I am confident in your planning skills, but…" He let the sentence trail off. He didn't need to finish it.
The implication was clear. No plan was perfect. And no father would willingly leave his daughter exposed in the middle of something like this.
Don Genovese nodded once, acknowledging the concern without offense. "I understand," he said. "I promise you—your daughter is safe."
"Besides," Genovese added, shifting slightly, "she is working on her clothing line. I'm sure travelling will do her some good."
