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

myself. I wanted to. I wanted to hear your voice and make sure you were okay.”

“You don’t owe me phone calls.”

“I know. But I wanted to.”

I looked at him then.

Really looked.

He seemed tired. Older. As if the weight he carried had gotten heavier.

“Are you okay?”

“Now I am.”

His smile was small and real.

“My question for today. Will you come somewhere with me continue reading …