“Piet said. “Nic told me about him. He is a former intelligence agent. He has been seeking a means to get close to me, and presumably to you. I’m pretty sure he’s tied to your little bitch’s daddy.” Edward had just gotten off a plane, his flight delayed by bad weather, and he was tired and irritable. His stomach rumbled. The lunch he’d eaten in Budapest disagreed with him. The fish, he thought. That would teach him to eat seafood in a landlocked country. And he’d gotten word that Simon, his man ...dispatched on a critical errand in Brooklyn, had failed. Which meant Sam Capra was alive. This was a bad night. But he would not be afraid. Fear was for fools. “Where is he now?” Edward asked. He put down his suitcase. He took a calming breath. “Earlier he was at a bar. Nic can tell us.” “And he wants to see me?” Edward said. “Bring him to me. I will put him to good use.” “And your little bitch?” “If anyone is my little bitch, Piet,” Edward said, “it’s you.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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