I said nothing.
Navarro pointed the knife at me. “Yeah. I think before your life of crime, you spend some time in the military.”
I shrugged. “So?”
“So, it appears you have some skills you weren’t forthcoming about?”
“Do you share everything you know and all of your involvements?” I asked.
Ivan exhaled sharply. “Boss, he can’t be trusted,” he said.
Navarro flung his free hand in the air. A gesture that beckoned for Ivan to remain silent. Still looking at me, Navarro smiled, his dimples cutting into his cheeks, exposing his straight white teeth. I couldn’t stand it. I wanted to punch Mr. GQ in his face but had to play it smart.
“Let me have them,” he said.
“Excuse me?”
“The other knives.”
“What?”
“You heard him,” Ivan said in a demanding tone from across the room.
I looked at him
