They were gearing up for a meeting with a Ukrainian crime boss, who they suspected might have been behind the murder of one of their own.
Floyd barely managed to sidestep the can as it whizzed past his face, crashing onto the floor with a metallic clatter. He realized he hadn't been paying attention to the game plan, a fact he acknowledged with an internal eye roll.
His thoughts had been occupied by Lucielle. Floyd inadvertently gave himself away when he queried, "Do you think that insipid luncheon with their overbearing mothers has wrapped up yet?"
John shot him a knowing grin. "Part of me hopes it drags on for several more hours. Ara shouldn't have even considered attending."
"Neither should have Lucielle. Their mothers are atrocious," Floyd responded, a shiver of distaste running th
