ended up sitting by the Duck Pond, trying to figure out what to do. I knew I had a way out.
It would be easy.
I could escape. I could just disappear.
But the Ivans would just keep looking, just go on hurting anyone they thought I cared about because they couldn't find me.
They had all the time in the world. Sooner or later, they'd find the others, find my friends.
It would get worse and worse.
I was no expert on diamonds, but the blue jeans had to be worth millions. They'd never give up.
I fantasized about killing them, but even if I could figure out a way and even if I could make myself do it, the Ivans were just tools for the organization, Russian Mafia or whoever they really were.
They probably had whole teams of Ivans ready to come over to enforce their will.
Every way I looke
