CHAPTER 2For a moment Don thought the Greek was about to throttle him; the bloodshot eyes suggested that the muscular fingers would gladly go to work on Don if he attempted interference in this affaire de coeur.
Bob Stolz broke the tension with a “Take it easy, Pete,” hurried to fling his arm around the big man’s shoulder. “Simmer down, pardner.”
The glare did not leave Baskoulos’ eyes, the killer expression remained as unchanged as if the savage scowl had been chiseled onto the stony face, but Zeus descended, reluctantly, from the Olympian heights of his rage. All he said was, “Don’t cross me up, Cadee, fair warning.”
Don didn’t answer him. “Bob…I’ll get back to you in fifteen minutes.” When he closed the door of the sanctum, the General Manager was saying something to Baskoulos about
