going to have to be very, very cautious, and very, very smart.”
“You want me to find out who’s involved,” Marco stated. “And you figure that I’ve gotten enough sense beat into me to take the risk and come out on top. If I keep my head.”
Caesare nodded, and coughed a little self-consciously. “And you know why. I sell information, and I don’t much care who I sell it to, or how many times I sell it. If you take care, you should be all right, but this will probably cost you your job, no matter what—”
Marco shrugged. “It was you got me the job in the first place,” he pointed out. “Reckon I can scrounge another one somewhere. Maybe Maria can have a word with Milord Giaccomo; maybe Milord Giaccomo could use a pencil pusher, or knows someone who could—”
“Oh no, boy—” Aldanto got a real, unfeigned smile on his face. “No, you won’t have to go hunting up another job; you’re going to have enough to worry about, come summer. I had a word with Milady Dorma this afternoon—”
Marco blushed very hotly, knowing quite well that the “word” was likely to have been pillow