Chapter 65: MANCINI

Whatever, I'll just have to talk her into staying put in the city. We pulled into the short driveway of the ranch style house just as the sun was going down. A middle-aged man came to the door and looked out. I would've known him anywhere since I'd spent a lot of time researching all the players in this game.

I probably had a better dossier on them than they had on me, something for which I was eternally grateful since it was about to come in handy. He recognized me as soon as I stepped out the car and I could see the indecision written on his face. Fucker wanted to go inside and slam the door in my face, but the intrigue of my very presence kept him where he was.

"I'm guessing no introductions are necessary, but you might be wondering what I'm doing here."

"You could say that. What is this? Have you come to turn yourself in?" He grinned in a way only a demented spook could but I didn't return it.

"No." I let that sink in until the stupid look dropped off his face.