“Does he know that you left the Mafia?” Prim asked as soon as Egan walked in a few hours later. 

She was showered, had eaten and was almost falling asleep.

“He does,” Egan said, sitting on the floor by her side of the bed. 

He leaned his head against her belly. 

“I found out that the news that I left had not spread very far. Most people think I went into hiding from the police.”

She gasped, and her hand that had been caressing his hair stopped.

“Yes. I think it’s ...