The bees grew healthier.

Adam spent a large portion of his money improving the rooftop garden. For weeks he devoted himself solely to the maintenance of the hive. He almost lost himself in the pure simple joy of keeping bees.

Another dream of Aaron and Isaac. Adam woke with a start.

“Dante,” he said.

The assassin looked up from the computer. “Yeah?”

“Have you found no further news of the Master of Trepanning?”

“I mean, there’s rumours, but he’s not easy to track down. Still trying, though.”

“Try harder. We must not forget the mission.”

Adam returned to the roof.