He straightened, his head down. His lips were moving, but she couldn’t hear what he was saying to his brother. Finally, he raised his head and smiled at her. He said simply, “Michael loved Easter, and that means lilies.” He paused a moment. “I will miss him until I die. But at least he’s been avenged.” “It isn’t enough,” she said. “It just isn’t enough.” “No, of course not, but it’s something. Thank you for coming with me, Nicola.” “No, please, just call me Nick. I don’t think I ever want to be called that other name again.” “You got it. Whatcha say we go take Inspector Delion to lunch?” “I’d like that.” She took his outstretched hand. He turned once to look back at his brother’s grave. The single lily looked starkly white atop the freshly turned dirt. Then he looked back at her and smiled. Nick said, “Inspector Delion told me about this Mexican restaurant on Lombard called “La Barca.”
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