“Hello, Stefano,” Marco said. “I believe you’ve met my partner Dr. Rosati?”
“Once or twice, I think.”
While we shook hands I gave Stefano a quick once-over. “You resemble Marco’s other brothers,” I said.
“Yes, I do,” he said. “Father’s looks and body type seem to be dominant in all of us—it takes several generations for other characteristics to become pronounced.”
“Or have blond hair like Trevor and his father,” Marco said.
“Just so,” Stefano said. “Are you ready to fly?”
“Sure,” Marco said.
“Good. As soon as the pilot levels off at cruising altitude, I’ll bring you up to date on things in Calabria.”
One of the pilots came over to where we were sitting and said, “We’re ready to leave whenever you gentlemen are.”
“Thank you, Captain,” Stefano said.