Chapter 37
Zachary Fellini shifted his body deeper into the wingback chair and glimpsed the furnishings of the formal sitting room. Shifting only his eyes, he noted the homeowner's attempt at Southwestern decor. The Navajo-style area rug. The rustic paintings of horses in distressed wooden frames. The collection of mismatched pottery on the coffee table.
"I won't decide anything until I see both of them," Zachary stated, while grimacing his disapproval at the antlers layered on the room's chandelier. "What are you waiting for?"
A slight motion of Wanda Barrone's hand sent three of her thugs out of the room. She pushed a blond curl from her forehead and shared half of a smile with Zachary, unimpressed with his self-assurance and act of bravado.
"We have been waiting for you, of co
