Six Months Ago:
Mike
"What kind of deal?" I ask in optimism that my men and I get something good out of this.
The Detective sneers, thinking I played into his hand. "I want to hire you to be a bodyguard for my daughter," he deadpans.
A split second goes by before I laugh. It's not a snicker, not a chuckle - I shamelessly laugh in his face. A bodyguard? Me? He must be on c***k.
A few seconds later, I sober and take into account the bored look on his face. "Wait. You're serious?"
"Quite," he says, taking something out of the front pocket of his shirt then tosses it on the table in front of me. I look down and see a picture of a young girl with wide innocent blue eyes, shoulder-length blond hair, and freckles on her nose. "This is Elena, my daughter." He leans forward in his seat and t
