"One of us," Pamela retorted. "One of us."
"One of us," I joined in. It helped cut the tension.
The bodyguards were present right where we'd them last time. They ushered us up the stairs to a second floor sitting room that ate up half the floor. There were two men there - radiating that subtle assurance that a half-dozen killers were close by. The man standing was Iskender, the E&S emissary from Dad's funeral. I broke all decorum, strode to the man, locked arms, hugged him tight and patted him on the back.
"Thank the spirits you are here," I whispered, "all this lack of d**k is making me a bit stir-crazy."
"Ah...yes, it is good to see you again too," Iskender imparted as we broke our embrace. His boss, the guy on the sofa, shot me and my Kyrgyz buddy a sharp look. The Main Man was clea
