PREGNANT CASHIER’S HUSBAND DESTROYED HER PHONE SO SHE COULDN’T CALL FOR HELP—HE HAD NO IDEA A MAFIA BOSS WAS WATCHING FROM AISLE THREE

flickered across his face.

Amusement, perhaps.

“I’ve been called worse.”

Elena lifted the protective order.

“I got it.”

“I know.”

“Of course you do.”

He looked at the paper, then at her.

“Good.”

For a moment, neither spoke.

Cars passed by.

A bus hissed at the curb.

Somewhere, a man argued into his phone about parking tickets.

Ordinary noise.

Elena had missed ordinary continue reading …