Glimpse Of Ocean-Blue Eyes

The majority of the short period on the limo ride consisted of a very solemn kind of sadness.

Four bodyguards sat across from Rachael and me. Unlike the Mafia members, they didn't possess a sinisterly alluring aura, nor were they quaintly dressed.

Rachael had asked me a few formal questions about my growing up in America and then my move to Australia. But sensing my sullen mood, she left me unbothered.

Deliberately, I slip into deep contemplation of the events pertaining to the current night.

My thoughts drifted from Mister Mirza's envelope to Serge, Grigori, and Bev. How easily they shrugged off the gunfight while I had been frightened senseless.

Sure, the gang members had initiated it, but it befuddled me deeply that the three of them weren't bothered at all by taking someone's life.

Of course, they had the right to self-defense. Yet it was strange how they weren't serious either.

The limo parked before rows of classy townhouses. As we stepped out into the crisp night air, I noted my