“You’re free to go,” Jones says. “But neither of you are allowed to leave the country. I suspect we’ll be seeing each other again, Mr. Vitale.” Enzo slides his gaze to Jones, not appearing the least bit concerned. I, on the other hand, am shitting myself. ”And we’re under the agreement that her identity will stay hidden from the media?” “Of course,” Jones agrees. “We will protect her.” I hear everything he’s not saying. That doesn’t mean we will protect you.
