I blinked and the rabbi once more stood solid before me.

"Conference room in twenty," he barked in his Russian accent and strode off.

The wiry man who'd been trailing the rabbi scurried behind the reception desk, looking as if he was trying to make himself invisible as he dropped into the chair.

I reached behind me and took Ro's hand, because my heart was racing, and my legs were questionably stable.

"You good, Louis?" Ro asked the man, holding my hand ...