"Please, Don King... you don't need to do that. After all, in those times, sons killed their fathers to take power. I was aware of your conflict with your stepbrother and the conditions that were given if you wanted even a little of your inheritance. Elias played a dangerous game there when he did that. I warned him, but he didn't listen. I guess you finally snapped and did what you needed to do to obtain your rights."
I overestimated his talents to get information. He doesn't know as much as he thought. I didn't kill Elias for inheritance. Everything was already mine.
Carlo snapped his finger, and drinks were brought. The rocks glass was set on the table, and the decanter. The server poured the vodka.
"I still can't tell why you have come all this way. You have barely said a word. Please, Don King, I'm all ears."
"Your usefulness," I said.
There was a sparkle in his brown eyes, like a dog finally given a purpose.
