I PULLED A MAFIA BOSS FROM A SINKING YACHT—24 HOURS LATER, HIS BODYGUARD BROUGHT $2 MILLION TO MY DOOR

waited outside. He climbed in, and it peeled out of the parking lot like it was fleeing a crime scene.

Which, I supposed, it kind of was.

I stood alone in the empty research station, watched the sun finish rising over the ocean, and told myself that was the end of it.

I was wrong.

Twenty-four hours later, someone pounded on my apartment door at eight in continue reading …