Chapter 147 One-hundred & Forty-seven
- Maria
- A light drizzle stops, leaving the concrete drive a dark gray. Birds begin to chirp, and the racket puts me on edge. Mikhail sits across from me, clenching his empty holster in his hand. A guard stands near the front door, and his gaze never leaves the small window as he watches for the SUV to arrive.
- "Uncle Vito will be here soon," I say to no one.