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“Fine guard dog you turned out to be,” I told Diana. She gave me a confused look. I pointed toward the hallway. “Bed.” I didn’t want her getting hurt when the s**t hit the fan.
After Diana had disappeared into the bedroom, Volkov gestured toward a stuffed armchair opposite the coffee table. “Sit.”
“Why are you in my living room, Volkov?” But I had a good idea of the answer to my question. “And what are you doing with Ciara’s phone?”
“You know of me. This is good. And this is Anatoly. He doesn’t say much.”
“Pleasure. Now get the f**k outta my house.”
“You are Ballou, yes? Jinx Ballou, famous bounty hunter.”
“That’s me.”
“Ballou is French, yes? Parlez-vous français?”
“Nyet!” I replied with a sneer.
“Oh, you speak Russian.”
“’Fraid not, wise guy. Spanish and English only. Pretty
