Abruptly Harry sat forward. 'What are you insinuating?'

'That perhaps you are not telling the truth.'

Harry had to work to hold down his anger. 'First of all, no one was in my house when the call came. Secondly, when it came in, I was at Warner Brothers studios in Burbank, California, talking about a movie contract for a writer-director I represent and about the opening of his new film. For your information, it just came out this past weekend.'

'What is the name of this film?'

'Dog on the Moon,' Harry said flatly.

Roscani stared for a moment, then scratched his head and made a note on the pad in front of him.

'And the name of this writer-director,' he said without looking up.

'Jesus Arroyo.'

Now Roscani did look up.

'A Spaniard.'

'Hispanic-American. A Mexican to you. Born and grown up in East L.A. ' Harry was getting angry. They were pressing him without telling him anything. Acting as if they thought not only Danny but also he were guilty of something.

Roscani stubbed his cigarette into an ashtray in front of him. 'Why did your brother murder Cardinal Parma?'

'What-?' Harry was stunned, taken completely off guard.

'Why did your brother kill Rosario Parma, the cardinal vicar of Rome?'

'That's absurd!' Harry looked at Pio. Nothing showed. He was the same as he'd been before, arms still folded over his chest, leaning against the wall by the window.

Roscani picked up another cigarette and held it. 'Before Father Daniel joined the Church he was a member of the United States Marine Corps.'

'Yes.' Harry was still reeling, trying to grasp the magnitude of their accusations. Clear thinking was impossible.

'He trained with an elite unit. He was a highly decorated marksman.'

'There are thousands of highly decorated marksmen. He was a priest, for God's sake!'