Chapter 24
Michael sat out on the front porch of his cottage having a beer and watching the sun go down as his mind filled with Dmytro and the night singers. Somehow, he was going to need to convince Yakiv Koval of the danger. It wasn’t going to be easy.
A tiny Ukrainian ZAZ automobile, a sort of marriage of a Fiat and the defunct Yugo, barreled up the road toward the inn.
The ancient ZAZ, once blue but now sun-baked and rusted into mottled shades of purple and teal, stopped where Olena and Andriy stood watching.
A young woman rolled down the window and talked to them.
To Michael’s surprise, Olena pointed at his cottage. The young woman thanked her and after a short drive, parked in front of his walkway and got out of the car. Something about her seemed vaguely familiar.
He raked his
