*Olivia*

“Uh, sure,” Sal replied, sounding somewhere between confused and pleased. “I can come over in maybe half an hour, or you can swing by here.”

I hesitated. Whatever else I felt about what Gio said, I couldn’t deny there was some evidence that Sal had Russian ties, maybe even deep ones.

“I’d rather meet somewhere public,” I said.

“Alright,” he said slowly. “You wanna eat? We could grab an early dinner.”

“No!” ...