Page 110 of The Enforcer

Oh, God. Now I was getting sappy.

“You do remember I brought a laptop with me. Right?” I asked as I started recognizing various businesses and homes as we closed in on the location of his house.

“Yes. Why are you mentioning it?” Christos asked.

“Because I can do some research.”

I was surprised when he crowded my space, opening the glove compartment shoved against my knees. He gave me a soulful look as his fingers grazed over my legs. “Take a look at this first.”

“What is it?”

“Just look at the contents. I think you’ll find them interesting.”

He was right although I had to read the information twice to fully understand what I was looking at. “My father isn’t behind the attack.”

“As you suspected.”

“But Kenneth Baker appears to be embroiled in acts of deception.”

“That’s my take,” he said, shooting me a playful look.

“I assume you know some of the other people mentioned in the memorandum?”

“I do.”

“How are you going to handle this?”

He made a turn, his expression thoughtful. “Perhaps you should tell me. From what I can ascertain, the American Armenian leader, Arek Yesayan has preyed on the benefits of those who most need medical attention. While doing so, he racked up a number of murders to enable him to get to a place of leadership. As you may have read, he’s also threatened and blackmailed many politicians along the way. Your father could be one of those on the man’s blackball list or he could simply be attempting to bring justice to the million plus people involved.”

“Why are you sharing this with me?” I asked him.

He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. “Because I told you I’d never lie to you and you do want to be my partner in this. Yes?”

“I like the sound of being your partner. There’s another reason though. I can tell by that cross look on your face.”

Christos made another turn, slowing down as he checked the rearview mirror. “Do you ever have the feeling karma is testing you? Your worth. Your ability to adapt.”

“Like it did with us?”

He gripped my leg. “Something like that.”

“Then the answer is yes. Why?”

“One of the most brutal leaders known in the world of crime syndicates suggested my family make the right choice about how to handle the issue with the American Armenians and those trapped in the man’s twisted games.”

It only took me a few seconds to realize what he was getting at. “By providing this evidence to my father so he can do his job instead of handling the savage justice yourselves.”

“Very good.” He shot me another look, this one even more heated than before. “I want you to help me decide which would suit my family better.”

“You’re placing the burden on my shoulders?”

“Not entirely. But I do value your opinion.”

Now I was completely shocked. “I don’t think I can do that.”

“You are one of the few people I’ve ever met who can do anything she sets her mind to. This is your chance to shape a life you don’t seem to want to be a part of.”

“You’re telling me you’ll change.”

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