and covering small sounds.
Downstairs, Gillette’s boots hit the stairs.
He was not sneaking anymore.
He was furious.
“Kevin Russo sends his regards, Mrs. Castiglione,” he called. “I know you’re up here. And I know you’re not the one who took out my men. Lucas left a ghost behind, huh? A little security detail for his heavy, pathetic wife.”
Briana knelt continue reading …
