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straighter.
     
    Anatoly stood up. “I tell you what. If you really want to make this morning up to me, then come by the restaurant tomorrow and do great interview on my manager and my food, but don’t show up at my door with reflectors and jokes like I’m someone to play with, da ?”
     
    “ Okay,” she said, taking the box back. “I just wanted to break the ice.”
     
    “ Ice broken,” he said, putting out his cigarette. “Vasily, show Ms. Palmer out of my house.”
     
    “ Sorry,” she said, realizing that she had offended him. “Maybe this was the wrong thing to do, but I just wanted to see you again.” Her voice was softer now. She gave a nervous smile and turned to follow Vasily.
     
    Anatoly watched her walk away and felt a little guilty for being so hard on the woman. In truth, he wanted to see her again too.
     
    “ Tomorrow at noon. Lunch with me alone,” he said, rubbing his dog’s head. “Then you do my interview.”
     
    She turned and smiled. “See you then.”
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
     
    Nicola Agosto perched his feet up on the park bench and watched as a group of men filed out of Mother Russia into the high-end luxury vehicles awaiting them and drove off into the sunset. He found it very cinematic in a wayiv font size="3"> The mafia always got away in the movies. But this was reality, and he had a serious hard-on for the Medlov Crime Family. If it was the last thing that he did, he would put the lot of them in jail, where they belonged.
     
    Folding his newspaper under his arm, he stretched his legs and pulled a couple of dollars from his pocket to give to the homeless man sitting on the bench beside him.
     
    “Every time that you see them going in there, and you call me, you’ll get a little more, Louie,” he said to the old man as he passed him the money. “But it’s got to be those guys.”
     
    “Hey, I’m homeless, Nico, not blind. I know what I’m looking for.” He took the money and shoved it into his pants.
     
    “You got good pockets in there? I don’t want the money falling out.”
     
    “I’m going to buy beer and get something to eat,” the man explained. “It won’t be in there long enough to get lost.”
     
    “Alright, alright. I’m out of here, but you take care of yourself.”
     
    “Same to you,” the homeless man said, standing up. “Say hello to the wife. Thank her for the food she sent down last week. She’s a freaking saint, your wife.”
     
    “Tell me about it,” Agosto said, rubbing his lower back. How people lived on park benches was beyond him.
     
    He walked down the trolley line to his unmarked squad car, jumped in and put the keys in the ignition. Then, he paused. In a rush, he’d almost forgotten. He got out quickly and looked under the car to check for a bomb. Since three years ago, he’d learned his lesson about the mafia and bombs. One had nearly cost him his eye...nearly his life.
     
    Jumping back inside the car, he turned the ignition and pulled off into the streets with the AC blasting. Adjusting the vents, he let the air cool his hot, sticky body. He couldn’t wait to peel out of his vest and get something to eat. His stomach growled so loud it sounded like it would eat him. Plus, he’d seen what he needed to see. Something big was going down soon. Only this time, he didn’t have a source inside – not yet.
     
    He picked up his cell and hit redial. The phone rang a few times before it picked up. A woman’s voice answered.
     
    “Hello.”
     
    “Meet me in ten minutes in Mid-Town on Flicker Street.”
     
    “Isn’t that a pretty obvious location?”
     
    “It’s pretty safe,” he said, hanging up.
     
    Ten minutes later, a red Audi A8 pulled up to the Memphis Police Department Training Facility beside Nicola’s car and parked. The woman looked over at him as if she was short on time. He pulled off his shdes and pointed inside of the building.
     
    With her notepad in her hands, she grabbed her purse,