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Richie’s head felt like the Tsarist Army was trampling through it with heavy boots and a gazillion horses. Maybe a Siberian wooly mammoth or two.
He and Rebecca didn’t get back to his house until 3:30 in the morning. Carlo Fiori was lucky in that the worst of the burns were on his hands and arms as he protected his face and ran free of the car. Still, he faced a painful recovery.
Richie heard Rebecca walking around at 7 a.m. He tried to go back to sleep, but couldn’t stop his brain from racing over all that had happened the day before. When he learned about her morning meeting with Eastwood, he had given her the keys to his BMW. He hoped the Russians who fire-bombed her Explorer—and he was sure they were behind everything—didn’t go after his Beemer in the same way.
He knew she would
