“Someone you know?”
“Unfortunately.”
I step through the front door and glare at the newcomer. There is only one person who’d come to my home and use his car horn as Morse code to relay a message. The message?
It’s me, hi.
“Really, Belov?” I cross my hands over my chest.
“What? You’re not a fan of pop-rock?” The blond man jumps out of his car and narrows his eyes at me. “How long has it been? Ten years? Man, you're old.”
“Alessandro.” Ravenna peeks from behind me. “Are you going to introduce your friend?”
“Yes, Alessandro. Won’t you introduce us?” Belov smirks.
“That’s Sergei Belov, baby. The guy who almost blew me up during a mission. Twice.” I say, then look back at my ex-comrade. “What are you doing here?”
“We came for a visit.”
“Who’s ‘we’?” I grumble.
The passenge
