CHAPTER ELEVEN
The spider over my basement exterior door didn't pick up who was on the other side. They had simply knocked on the door, taking me off guard. I crept over to the basement door and parted the curtain.
There was no one there.
Yet a sharp, accented voice spoke from outside. Sounded Bosnian. "Mr. Broussard, Natkaal sent us. It’s me, Mr. Fireside.”
I had to blink a few times. There was absolutely no one outside. No wonder my spider hadn’t seen it. I was seriously going to have to rethink my home surveillance strategy. Then, I realized what Natkaal had done, and I grinned.
I opened the door, and footsteps tracked in. Instantly, a man in a dark suit appeared. He had piercing brown eyes and black hair pomaded into a quiff that formed an almost impossible curl, like a flame. He
