“Something is wrong.”

I frown. “What do you mean?”

“Their muscle looked twitchy.”

I sigh. “He’s a Russian Bratva soldier. He’s not exactly…”

I don’t get to finish that sentence.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see something.

Light.

Heat.

Then, before I understand what’s happening, Sal throws his body on mine. He slams into me, just ahead of the billowing cloud coming out of the building, and he shoves us.

Right into the canal.

4

SAL

The ice cold of the water around us closes over our heads, but it’s so much better than the scorching heat of the blast from the restaurant.

Holding Gia, I kick off from the canal floor. When we break the surface, I immediately turn Gia’s face to mine.

“Gia. Are you hurt? Are you okay? What’s broken?”

She sucks in a breath.

Then, another one.

The canal is pretty slow-moving. I can hear the sound of police screaming up to the site of the explosion.

We can’t be there when they pull up.

I grab Gia and kick off to the bridge that’s arching over us. I pull us against the side of the cement wall, holding on while people rush overhead.

“We need to get out of here.”

Gia blinks. “Where?”

My mind races.

If the bomb was meant for us, then we need to lay low. I can’t tell if it was supposed to be us or the Russians, or both.

I can’t discount either option, and both of them mean that we need to hide.

I shut my eyes.

“I have a place.”

Gia turns to look at me. “What?”

“I have a place.”

“Like, the De Lucas? There’s no way that whoever it is hasn’t found all of our properties, Sal…”