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muscular body bulged in the black suit, showing his guns tucked carefully under his jacket and his pants leg.
     
    “I don’t trust him,” he answered in a low, thick accent. He spoke quietly to ensure no one could hear their conversation. “The code should never be compromised.” There was a silent agreement between the two on that fact. Vasily continued, “He has job in society. A day trader. So, he lives double life. A man like that cannot be trusted, because he could also have double allegiance.”
     
    Anatoly was glad that he was not the only one in his camp who felt the unease of Gabriel’s presence, and he was doubly happy not to have leeching yes men around him. Noting the man’s observations, he moved on. “Did you do what I asked?”
     
    “ Da . It’s being done now.”
     
    “Good, I want to see his face at the meeting with papa when he discovers it.” He chuckled and toasted the man. “Thieves-in-Law.”
     
    “Thieves-in-Law,” Vasily said, turning the bottle up.
     
    Resting back on the couch, Anatoly grabbed the remote and turned the television on when his pocket began to vibrate. Reaching for his phone, he looked down and smiled. It was Renee.
     
    “I’ve got to take this. Take drink and share with the men, eh ,” he said, dismissing Vasily.
     
    “Thanks, boss.”
     
    When he was alone, Anatoly quickly answered before she hung up. “What’s up?” he asked coolly, looking around. His voice lowered.
     
    “Just checking on you,” Renee answered. “And calling to let you know that Lt. Agosto came by here looking for you yesterday.”
     
    Anatoly paused.
     
    “Are you still there?” she asked curiously.
     
    “ Da ,” he said quickly. “What did he want?”
“Said he was looking for you.”
     
    “Probably nothing. What else is going on?”
     
    “Thought that would be enough.”
     
    They both were silent. Anatoly knew that Renee wasn’t nearly as blind to his affiliations as Royal had been to his father’s. Instead, they both never brought it up. However, before now, Agosto hadn’t shown up in quite some time. His stomach turned in knots at the thought of what the Italian might have up his sleeve.
     
    “And Destiny came by to see you. She brought a copy of the story she did on >
Mother Russia to drop by...only she didn’t drop it by the restaurant. She brought it here. Don’t you think that’s odd?”
     
    Anatoly agreed silently but wouldn’t answer her aloud.
     
    “Was the funeral tough?” Renee finally asked to change the subject. His silence had spoken volumes for her.
     
    “No. It was just a funeral,” he said, doodling on the paper as he talked. “My family is a bunch of idiots.”
     
    Renee laughed before she could catch herself. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh but so is everyone else’s,” she replied. “You ought to meet my folks.”
     
    “Can’t be worse than mine.”
     
    “Yes, they are,” she confirmed.
     
    “I’ve never seen your family. They don’t come up to Memphis to visit you.”
     
    “Well, we might fix that one of these days. Then you’ll see that you’re not alone. My drunk uncle, my crazy granny and my Vietnam daddy make a hell of a combination.”
     
    It was odd, but Anatoly was calmed by Renee’s voice. She was so simple and so normal – two things that were far from his reach. Just knowing that she had thought enough to call and check on him made him feel better. His tough exterior was nearly broken until he realized how her charms were working on him. He quickly clamed up.
     
    “Well, I have to go,” he said, hearing the men in the other room. “But thanks for calling. I’ll check in on you tomorrow.” He stuttered. “And don’t worry about Agosto. Like I said, I’m sure that it’s nothing.”
     
    “ Okay ,” Renee did not believe him but chose not to push it. “Bye.”
     
    He hung up without any more pleasantries. Lighting another cigarette, he digested their moment like food for his