“By selling children into prostitution,” Stanislav snarls, and I realize suddenly that he’s not pissed with this Kovar scum. He’s pissed with Budimir for forcing this conversation to happen in the first place. “By selling children for parts.”
“We haven’t exactly picked a moral business to deal in, brother,” Budimir says calmly. He seems completely unruffled by Stanislav’s obvious annoyance.
“Selling guns and drugs is one thing,” Stanislav points out. “We don’t deal in children. And we don’t let anyone else deal in children on our turf.”
“He’s prepared to give us a cut.”
Stanislav slams his hand down on the table. The sound seems to reverberate around us. I see the color drain from Budimir’s face.
But it’s not fear I’m sensing from him.
“When did you start turning from opportunity, br
