“What?” I exclaimed, leaping to my feet.
“Bianchi had an in with the guard on duty,” Andrew explained, trying to keep his voice as calm as he could for my sake. “The guard helped him escape, and they took off together. The police found the car that they escaped in, abandoned, downtown.”
I started to tremble. My breathing grew ragged. I leaned against the dining table for support as I tried to steady myself.
“You don’t need to worry.” Andrew wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close so that our bare bodies pressed together. “Between Jeffrey and the Special Guard, there’s no way that Bianchi will get to you.”
“You thought that Bob would be able to get to me—”
“I told you, he’s a wild card. Bianchi is different. I understand how crime bosses like him work, and I am confident that the
