Chapter Twenty-Four
I left Mikhail Lem’s place the same way I had arrived there; blindfolded and in the back of an unfamiliar car. Neither of the men up front spoke as they delivered me back to my rental. When they dropped me off and I watched them make their exit from the parking lot, I found it hard to believe that my meeting with the enigmatic Mickey Lem had gone so well and without a threat to my life.
Of course, I reminded myself, I thought the same thing about my sit-down with Victor, too. I wouldn’t forget what happened after our meeting. Not in a hurry.
Relieved but still uneasy, I pulled out from behind the old building, trying to decide on my next course of action. I had so many threads to follow now, but they all seemed to come to a dead end. I needed to tie them together bef
