Understanding I mean how is he here, how did he find me, he chuckles, shaking his head.
“Everyone keeps asking me that. I’m a spy, that’s how. And obviously extremely intelligent, though of course I’m too humble to mention it.” Unfolding his long legs, he rises from the booth, then stands gazing warmly down at me. “You look a right mess.”
“You should see the other guy.”
He throws back his head and laughs, a bass rumble that echoes through the empty church, startling pigeons in the rafters into flight. “Aye, I heard about that. You’ll be pleased to know you’ve earned quite the reputation in certain circles. In fact, I think it’s safe to say that I’m not the only one who’s legendary.”
“Certain circles? You know people in the Bratva?”
Something shifts in his hazel eyes. A light goes subt
