Chapter 182

• Poor imitations ofMen in Black, if you asked me. One by one, they formed a wide circle around my car and aimed their guns high enough to tell me they weren’t playing and meant business.
• A set-up and an ambush. Perfectly thought out and crafted, and surprise, surprise: Ivan Yezhov was the mastermind.
• He stepped out of his car and strutted with raised broad shoulders into my headlights. Standing at the forefront with one hand on his hip, his men lined up behind him.