Chapter 2The next day, the phone on Dimitri’s desk rang seconds after he showed a twenty-something man—who’d looked at him as if he was a cockroach stomping through his living room—to Hina for his appointment. He had to bite his lip not to apologize to her for bringing the brat, but Hina could take care of herself.
She was a stunning, tough as nails Japanese woman. Like him and Irina, her family had been in the country for generations, but people took one look at them and deemed them Russian or Japanese—Dimitri didn’t care, people could think what they wanted.
When the phone rang again, he jumped. Right, phone. “The Single Pursuit, how may I help you?”
“Dimitri?”
It was a man, and even though he only said his name, Dimitri could tell he was stressed. Maybe something had come up, and he
