Page 78 of Disgrace

“Shame—you’re missing out on the bigger picture entirely.”

“Your picture isn’t my picture, Andino.”

After all, John’s bigger picture showcased Siena. It seemed like Andino’s only showcased ruining the Calabrese.

“Get the hell out,” Andino mumbled.

Fine by John.

• • •

“John,” Leonard barked.

John glanced away from the clock just long enough to give his therapist a look. “What?”

“You’re all over the place.”

“I noticed that, too.”

John’s father slipped through the living room of Leonard’s home. Lucian now made it his job to occasionally show up at John’s appointments. He tried to put his reasoning under the umbrella that Leonard was an old friend.

Frankly, John saw that guise for what it was.

“When was the last time you slept?” Leonard asked.

John sighed. “Last night.”

“How long?”

Good catch, Doc.

“Enough,” John replied.

“That’s not a good enough answer for me,” Leonard said. “Try again, and give me the truth.”

“Four hours.”

“One long stretch, or in total?”

“Total.”

Leonard nodded, and stood from his chair. Strolling to the window, he looked out at the clear September sky. “Tell me about work, John.”

John glanced at his father.

Lucian only shrugged as he sipped from a glass of bourbon.

“It’s busy,” John said.

“Dangerous, I think,” Leonard countered. “I watch the news. I keep up with things. Seems the Marcello organization is in a major feud with the Calabrese faction at the moment. Three deaths this last week alone between the two.”

“Two were theirs—Capos.”

“A foot solider for us,” Lucian put in. “Replaceable.”

“Your woman—Siena.”

John stiffened on the couch “What about her?”