Chapter Eleven
Yelin stopped on the corner of an intersection. He took out a handkerchief and mopped beads of sweat off his brow. They’d arrived in Chinatown early this morning and Schenko had divided their group into pairs, sending him off with his henchman, Yuri. Together, they’d canvassed half of the neighborhood called Chinatown but not all the stores had opened yet.
Yelin glanced sideways at his fellow bodark, wishing he could be free of him if even for five minutes. The giant goon trailed him, never letting him get more than a couple of feet away from him.
Schenko obviously didn’t trust him. And with good reason. But not for the reasons Schenko believed. Yelin’s lip curled in a private grin, remembering Schenko’s restlessness during the flight and in the hotel room. Perhaps it was
