Chapter 29

• DMITRI
• I slide the file across the desk, watching as Igor Pavlov scrambles to open it like it holds the secret to saving his skin. It does—just not in the way he thinks. He flips through the pages hurriedly, glancing up at me with those darting, nervous eyes. Desperate men never read the fine print. That’s why I like doing business with them.
• “As I promised,” I say, tapping the folder with my finger, “the paperwork for the casino project. All you need to do is sign.”