2
There’s only two of them, but they’re both as big as a house.
Tall, thick, bearded. Like the giant
white marble statue of Poseidon that stands guard right outside the Palazzo
Vecchio has come to life … times two. Maybe they’re brothers. They thrust
me back on the bed while shoving Andrea off of it.
She screams, runs to the opposite
end of the room to grab her clothing.
“Who the hell are you?” I shout.
But the two men say nothing. Not as
if they don’t understand English. More like they’ve been ordered not to say a
word. Muscle is their job and that’s what they’re concentrating on entirely.
Poseidon One takes the left side of
the bed near the bedroom door while Poseidon Two man’s the right side by the
windows. My right hand comes suddenly free and I manage to coldcock Posei
