“It’s not a mob,” I say to him, eyes sparkling with laughter. “We’re simply a Family.”
He shakes his head in disgust and gets to his feet.
“The Polish threat hasn’t been completely extinguished,” he points out when he’s halfway to the door.
“No, it hasn’t,” I agree.
“There are still many who are loyal to Kazimierz. Men who wish to regroup under a new leader.”
“I’m aware of the threat.”
“You and your so-called ‘Family’ are not completely out of the woods yet.”
I smile. “Thank you for the warning, Agent Jacobsen,” I tell him. “But from now on, always assumethat no matter where you are, I’m three steps ahead.”
I laugh as he slams the door on me and disappears.
Our biweekly visits will no doubt be fun for all involved.
When he’s gone, I get up myself and walk over to my newly stocked
