“You like him,” Xander interrupts me. “I can tell. But let me ask you this, Char: will he be there foryou when you need him?”
I see anger flash across his one good eye. “Let me go and I can talk to Kazimierz. Convince him thatyou’re working behind the scenes on his behalf.”
“Why would he listen to you?”
“Because I can be convincing when I want to be.”
“Xander, I can’t let you go.”
“Fine. You won’t do it for me. Then do it for Vanessa.”
“Have you heard from her lately?” he asks, knowing he has my attention.
“Of course not. Because the Polish are holding her. But they won’t be for long.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” I demand.
“It means that she’s going to be disposed of.”
“They’re going to kill her?” I gasp, nearly choking on my own words.
He grunts. “Death would be prefe
