Karl
I wasn't sure if Aleksey Volkov was biting, or not. He seemed twice as cagey as I'd imagined. And, Hell, he didn't even know about the disguised van full of federal agents just around the corner.
Beside me, Jassy sighed, and Aleksey and I both glanced over at her. She just gave us a “what?” look and shrugged her shoulders.
“Where did you get this?” Aleksey asked. “And why do you think I would care for it?”
“I think . . .” I said, searching for just the right words. “I think, every businessman alive needs an edge. That's why I want to work with you, Mr. Volkov. You have that edge, even if you're taking hits on trucks. Everybody out there whispers about you, about what you can really do.”
Aleksey laughed, his eyes switching back to linger on Jassy for a bit longer this time. He see
