Chapter 14
Reuniting in a room at a motor lodge built in the 1950s near the Castro neighborhood of San Francisco, Aleksey Nabokov and Zachary Fellini mulled over their options before breakfast.
"I am disappointed with myself," Zachary admitted. "I really slipped up. I should have texted you his hotel room number. I should have realized I was being set up. Douglas knew enough to lure me with a kilt and then play with my chest. In other words, he knew too much—too much about my desires."
"You survived it," Aleksey responded. "There are more precautions to take from now on. But the silver lining here is we know you are being actively pursued and we have to get ahead of this thing and figure out how to stop it."
"Tell me again about the blond woman in the rooftop lounge."
"There wa
