My calm is just a veneer over the rage bubbling up inside me. It’s simmering, but it’s about to become a roaring boil if he doesn’t calm the f**k down. “I’m sure I don’t. Now, what is it exactly that you want? I have a lot of business to take care of, so let’s wrap this up quickly.”
“Hand them over.” Martin jabs a finger at my face. He’s lucky he’s several feet away and out of reach, or that finger would be snapped, severed, and set in a place of honor on my mantel. “Hand my wife and kid over before you make me do something we’ll both regret.”
“Like violate your position with the LVPD by assaulting an unarmed civilian on private property?”
He glares at me. “You and I both know you’re not unarmed. I know who you are. I know the kind of business you deal with.”
I nod. “As I know yours.”
