Love Is A Drug

Portia

He also told me about Antonio, about him possibly being a product of rape. He's already sent DNA to a lab for a paternity test. We're waiting on the results.

"Petrov has disappeared. Diamente thinks he'd arranged the explosives to detonate after he left." I'd assumed the explosions were from Callahan's men, a distraction, but this makes much more sense.

"Why would he have done that?"

Callahan shrugs a shoulder.

"Maybe he knew Felix and his fondness for cameras? Maybe he just hated the assholes present? Who knows? Who cares?"

"Who is he?"

"Russian businessman. That's all I've been able to get so far. But I'll find him."

"We will find him," says a low, raspy voice from the bed.

I gasp, turn my head. Callahan is beside the bed in an instant.

"Brother!"

A doctor and two nurses rush in. They must have been alerted by the machines to Antonio's waking.

"Well, it's good to see you're awake, Mr. Scarfoni," the doctor says, smiling.

"I'd have opened my eyes earlier but these two were dec