CHAPTER TWELVE
Several Russians called at Madame Fifi's establishment. They came for s*x, and they came to snoop, so, on Madame Fifi's advice, Rita did not serve any of them.
She stayed in the shadows, getting a glimpse only now and then of some wide-faced, blond Russian. She hated every one of them. She knew they were trying to ruin Chucho Contera, and she'd heard they were picking on Dolores Delgado, too.
She'd known some Russians in Cuba, of course, and they all looked very much alike to her - well-fed fellows with pale blue eyes and twisted, ugly mouths.
One afternoon, a lone Russian came to the House. Looking out from a crack in her door, she was sure she recognized him, and her heart almost stopped.
She'd known him in Cuba. He'd been some kind of helper in the Youth Group, ha
