Chapter 208: He Doesn't Remind you of a Book Character?

I pretend to think for a second. Seagulls fly over the ocean, squawking as they dip into the water at the early morning hour. The city stretches on for miles in front of us. When you're standing on a street in San Francisco, you can't imagine how large or beautiful the area is. Get a few miles out in Sausalito and the rolling hills that make us famous for our steep roads are amazing. It's my favorite view, even better than seeing it from stories above in one of the high-rises.

When I decide I've faked it long enough, I smack my lips and answer. "I'm not sure, but he didn't speak Russian and one time I read this book by Jenn Frederick with a hitman and he didn't remind me of that character."

"He doesn't remind you of a character in a book you read?"

"No."

"The Russian mob doesn't walk around speaking Russian. They've been in the US for centuries. They are as American as you and me. It doesn't make them any less dangerous."