The gunshots were the signal. Tony reached for the cigar, which had rolled across the floor, and placed it between his lips, holding a lighter to it and taking puffs. He sat down again and heard the running outside before the security guard and Vincent showed their faces through the door, guns leading the way.

"Care to join?" Tony smiled. "And before you lose your temper, let's not pretend you loved your father and that you actually give a shit about this. You have wanted this for so long, and I am giving it to you on a silver platter."

He saw Vincent's eyes cross between him and the dead...