THE LITTLE GIRL ASKED TO SIT WITH A STRANGER—BUT HER MOTHER NEVER EXPECTED THE MAFIA BOSS TO RECOGNIZE HER FACE

nerve.”

The line went dead.

Damen returned to the safe house at one in the morning.

The brown bear was still inside his coat against his ribs.

Clara was awake in the living room, a lamp burning low, a blanket folded over the arm of the couch where she had been sitting for hours.

“You okay?”

“I am okay. Marcus is with the police. I see Callaway in the morning.continue reading …