Mancini's POV
I hadn't expected a call from Lionel that quickly, and I had to leave Marie. I'm sure she was glad, but I wasn't done with her. She understood that.
Lionel had called to say that Dan was in my study. It was a surprise, but I couldn't keep him waiting. It was important that I saw him.
I shut my study door behind me. The smell of cigar smoke and whiskey filled the space. There was a low lamp on by the corner, and the room was dim and smoky. I squinted my eyes and saw that Dan was already there, leaning on the edge of the desk, one hand in his pocket, the other turning over a lighter he'd found somewhere on the table.
He looked up the moment I walked in.
"You came quickly," I said, walking past him to my seat. I turned on the table lamp, and a little more light came into the room. He groaned in protest, shielding his eyes.
He shrugged and turned to sit opposite me. "Lionel said you wanted to see me. I was already around the neighborhood."
