Chapter 47

The Old Man must have seen it in Van’s expression anyway, because he said quietly, “I’m sorry for your father’s death. If it had been possible, I would have seen to it personally that you were at his bedside when it happened.”

Van nodded. “But it wasn’t. I accept that—now.” He looked the man over, commenting, “Your nickname is misleading. You don’t look a day over…forty?”

“Thirty-eight, but who’s counting.” He paused, glancing at Makie, before saying, “Since you disagree with my nickname, Van, you should call me by my real one, which is Conleth. Con to the people I value highly within my organization.”

“I rate as one of them,” Vance asked in surprise.

“Indeed you do. You’ve earned my respect, and my trust. It’s a pleasure to meet you in person.” Con smiled wryly. “I’d offer to shake your hand but I’m well aware of your aversion to being touched.”