A SECURITY GUARD stood with his gun trained on me. Navarro, standing a few feet behind him, squinted, then widened his eyes.
“It’s White, the fighter,” he said to the security guard.
The guard lowered his gun while looking me up and down and releasing a sigh.
Navarro brushed past the guard and stepped to me. “Where have you been?” he asked.
“Went for a drive with Ivan,” I said.
Navarro hunched his shoulders. “Okay. Is he with you?” he said while gently shaking his head and opening the door.
I glanced back and saw Navarro looking outside the door and scanning the front of the house. A moment later, the door slapped closed and Navarro walked to me.
“Where’s Ivan?” he asked, hunching his shoulders again.
I shrugged. “He decided to… take in the sights,” I answered. “Said he’ll be here
