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

restaurant two blocks over. Much more your speed.”

“But you don’t work there.”

He set the menu down.

“Coffee, please. Black.”

I poured it without a word.

He would not drink it. I knew that.

The coffee at Rosalie’s was worse than research station sludge.

“You found Danny,” I said quietly.

“You made it easy. And you won’t accept help directly. So I’m helping continue reading …