CHAPTER 7

SLAV

The line was secure, or so Keyes claimed. Blin, in my world, lines were never truly secure. They just had different degrees of being compromised.

"I have doubled the men," Keyes's voice crackled through the speaker. "You know the arena's people are loyal, Slav. They're being paid to watch faces, and no one gets near the private entrances or the locker rooms without being vetted at least twice."

I stared out the floor-to-ceiling window of my study, the city sprawling below like a chessboard. Somewhere in the streets of Havana, Renner was lurking there, sulking about a game. A single game. Some losers do not know how...