“You’re late, Rafael,” Kai barks.
“My apologies,” the newcomer says. “You asked for twenty men. I had to pull a team off a job scheduled for this afternoon. That required adjusting some logistics.”
“Dropping a job?”
“Of course not. I’ll be taking care of that contract myself.” The guy removes his sunglasses and turns to me. I barely refrain from recoiling. His face is a mess of scars and battered skin, as if a wild animal had mauled him. He probes me with his penetrating gaze, with eyes that appear to be his only undamaged feature. “I’m terribly sorry for the misunderstanding that occurred two nights ago. We had no idea that the contract we accepted involved Mazur’s girl.”
Before I can respond, light reflects off a silver blade. I suck in a breath, staring at the wicked-looking knife K
