What do you think we should do?”īelevich’s driver sits ahead of me, listening to every word, but I don’t care. I turn toward Goliath, letting my indecision and fear show on my face. The dogs will not tell on us.” Belevich pushes open his door of the SUV and climbs out. I may not speak Czech, but even I can translate that. If it didn’t say Veteriná? above the doorway in faded red letters on a white sign, I would have thought I’d made a horrible error in judgment. What looks like fresh graffiti marks a side door that is flanked by two barred windows. The Mercedes takes a series of quick turns down the narrow streets, and five minutes later, we park in front of a building that has seen better days. “Good luck with that, since I don’t even know the man, but suit yourself.” As if he can sense my unease, Goliath reaches out a hand to cover mine, giving it a quick squeeze against the cool black leather. I shrink closer to Goliath’s side of the car.
Like I said, I want to be in your father’s favor. “Right now, I’m one of the only friends you have in this country. “What’s your angle, Belevich? Who the fuck are you, really?” I ask, wishing we’d had this conversation before I got into a vehicle with him and my very injured bodyguard, who won’t be much help if we’re truly in danger.
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