Dante

"Dante," Ivan says. We're alone in the same room now. "I want to fill you in on something. Based on how relaxed and calm you look; I doubt you're already aware of it."

What's he referring to? I just hope it's not something related to that damn Bachman.

"What's going on?" I rest my arms on my legs and fix my gaze on him, sitting on the other couch. "Spill it. You know I don't like suspense, especially not tasteless surprises."

He sighs deeply and looks at me.

"A few days ago, I went to the