“There’s another reason they’re after me.” When he only sits there gazing at me in inscrutable silence, I prompt, “Anytime you feel like enlightening me, I’m all ears.” “You.” Surprised, I blink. “Me?” “Aye. You.” “I don’t know any Salvadorans. Of the mobster variety, that is.” “Did you think your abduction would go over well with your friend Mr. Portnov?” He means Kage, my bestie’s man, who also happens to be top dog of the Russian mafia.
