18
Peter
A black limo is waiting for us by the hotel entrance, and when I climb inside, I see Novak there.
“That wasn’t very welcoming of you,” he says when the thug climbs in next to us, still rubbing his throat and glaring at me like he wants to incinerate me on the spot. “Victor was merely conveying my polite invitation.”
“By breaking into my room in the middle of the night?”
The arms dealer shrugs. “He didn’t want to knock and risk waking your colleagues in the neighboring rooms.”
“I see.” I give him an icy smile. “Very thoughtful of Victor.”
Novak’s answering smile matches mine. “I’m sure you weren’t too discomfited, given your profession. Now, why don’t we set aside the manner of my invitation and focus on the matter at hand?”
“By all means.” I lean back, stretching out my le
