My body goes cold as Kazimierz walks in between his men. He’s not carrying a weapon. He justambles in with a smile on his face, hands in his pockets.
“Agent Jacobsen,” he greets, as though they’re old friends. “Fancy running into you here.”
“Kazimierz,” Jacobsen snarls. “Stand down now.”
The Polish don looks around with an amused expression on his face. “Forgive me, have I got thisturned around? Because from where I’m standing, it seems as though I’m the one with the powerhere.”
His eyes move past Jacobsen to me, still caught halfway on the railing.
“Ah, Charlotte Dunn,” he oozes. “How ironic this is. The fake FBI agent cornered right alongside thereal one.”
“You shouldn’t have come here, you son of a b***h. You can beat either Lucio
