Roman scrubbed at his chin. Don't tell anyone, even your closest friends, which ones you're going to and which you're passing on. I've got an art opening to cover tomorrow night at a gallery downtown on Sutter Street. Somehow I just can't see either Fred Flintstone or Elliot Ness fitting into the San Francisco art scene. A smile tugged at her lips.
Attackers eliminate the bodyguard first and then go after the unprotected target.
I'm telling you right now, the Alcatraz shirt ain't gonna do it. And don't even think about that mustache. She tilted her head and appraised him up and down with such intent concentration that his skin tingled. Roman regarded her in silence for a moment. She tilted her head in the other direction, still scrutinizing him.