Chapter 73

“I don’t know. I think it’s best to assume you are not in the clear. From now on, you won’t be anywhere I am not if it can be helped. I don’t want you on the club floor until I know what’s going on and why. You’re exposed down there, and when it’s dark and crowded, all it takes is one moment with the wrong guy in the shadows. I can’t lose you.”

My heart sinks at the thought of being a prisoner in this apartment again, but what can I do? Spies everywhere, and down there, I’m too accessible on a busy night. He’s right. Security would need to babysit my every move; all it would take is a minute. A poisoned drink, an injection, or even a blade to the correct part of my anatomy. These are the means these people use, and they have the courage to go after someone in a club on a busy night. They already tried once.

“Santagato, he came to you for help… so it’s not him or this Carmichael?” I’m almost choking on the words, but asking questions keeps me from a full-blown freak-out.<