Page 63 of Saving Serena

Lucas checked his watch. “Fifty seconds. If we don’t call them off, they’re coming in.”

The next ten seconds were tense. Buzz Cut’s eyes shifted left and right as a vein throbbed at his temple. He’d get blamed for sure if a bunch of FBI agents joined us, but he’d been told to send us away.

“Come,” No Neck said, making up Buzz Cut’s mind for him.

Winston lifted his phone and placed a quick call I knew was fake. “Hold fast.”

We entered a back room. “Ah, Lucas Hawk,” exclaimed the rotund man sitting at a table. “What bring you here?” He made it sound like he and Lucas were old friends. “Sit.”

Lucas didn’t accept the invitation. “Igor, it’s come to my attention that you are bothering someone under my protection.”

He laughed. “I bother no one.”

“Her name is Serena Benson.”

Igor’s twitchy eye gave him away. He knew the name.

Lucas continued, “Igor, you don’t want me as an enemy.”

“I know nothing.”

“He’s lying,” I spat.

Lucas fixed me with a glare and turned back to Yaroslavsky. “Bullshit.”

Igor’s fist hit the table, and his eyes narrowed. “You in my house.”

“You’re in my town, Igor.”

“Big talk,” the Russian scoffed.

Lucas’s hand balled into a fist. “You know my reputation. Back off, or you won’t like the consequences.” Then he raised the finger—the finger of death.

Igor’s eye twitched. He’d heard the stories. “I only acquire information and supply car to man,” he said, looking away.

That confirmed that these Russian dickheads were involved in the attack.

“Well, you’re fuck out of luck because she doesn’t have it,” Lucas countered, lowering the finger.

“My information say different.”

“You should double-check.”

“Can not.”

What the hell did that mean?

“She lie to you.”

Lucas wasn’t done. “The car that ran her off the road is behind this restaurant. I want the driver.”

Igor twitched again. “Not my business. I only supply information and clean car.”

“Who the fuck is the driver?”

“Independent contractor. I don’t know him.”

“Who? I want a name.”

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