Chapter 14We returned to our suite at the Madison Arms, still disgruntled by the latest turn of events.
“I’ll make some coffee.” Gregor, his limp almost gone, went into the kitchenette.
“Is it too early for CIA?” Tony asked.
“Wrong night, big brother.” I grinned at him. He grinned back at me, a slow, sensuous curl of his lips that went right to my c**k. “How about Jeopardy?”
“Sounds good to me.” Jeff, unaware of the byplay, turned on the television. He loosened his tie and was about to drop onto the loveseat when he paused. “What’s this?”
Lying on the cocktail table that was angled between the loveseat and the sofa was a padded envelope. He picked it up.
“Hmmm. That’s odd.” He looked up. “It’s addressed to Gregor.”
“What’s odd about Novotny getting a package?”
“Nothing. What’s odd
