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

money,” I repeated, louder now. Angrier. “I’m not keeping it. Tell me where you are.”

“Sienna.”

“Where are you?”

Another silence.

Then, “St. Catherine’s Hospital. Private floor. But you don’t need to—”

I hung up.

It took me twenty minutes to drag those cases down to my beat-up Honda Civic. They were heavier than I expected, and by the time I shoved the second continue reading …