EGAN

He let his finger brush the woman’s arm as he walked out of the hall, knowing she would be unable to resist following him.

He waved at the men who saluted him as he walked past, went to the balcony and pulled a cigar out of the case in his pocket.

He smoked calmly in the fresh air, waiting, hoping his gamble had worked. 

Rocco’s estate was large, and this was the only way to get out without receiving at least one well-aimed bullet.

He stared evenly at the guards patrolling ...