Ryan smiled. "So Stevenson's figured out how I have spent the past ten years. What do you think?" he asked Sarah.
"I wish you would stop. It is dangerous, Ryan."
"So is life, darling. Besides, somebody has got to do it," he replied.
I don't see why," Sarah said, "but never mind. You sound like Romeo Gibbs."
"Yeah? Who is Romeo Gibbs? Somebody else I got to worry about you marrying while I am gone?" Ryan asked her.
Sarah giggled. "Hardly. Although if you wanted to resign from your life of crime, you could make a killing in Romeo's profession. No pun intended."
He leaned back on his chair and folded his arms across his chest. She could see the outline of the tattoo peeking from under the right sleeve curled around his bicep was that of a cobra. It was visible through the transparent ma
