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Yet, you slept with her,I wanted to say, but I held my tongue and opted for something else. “Or maybe you’re not hers. Did you ever think about that?”
He flashed that charming smile again, dragged his gaze from his computer, and stared at me. “Like that’s even possible. I’m every girl’s type. Have you seen these muscles, babe?”
My laughter was hearty. Another thing I liked about John was his once-in-a-while good sense of humor. He knew how to throw it in right when you least expected it.
“Cocky much?”
He was grinning now, making wiggly eyebrows. “Besides, I have eyes for someone else.”
That piqued my interest. “Who?”
“I’m looking at her right now.”
My cheeks heated up, and, at that time, I wanted to splash a bit of macchiato on his face.
Faking a frown, I flipped him the bird. “Ha. Ha. Very funny. Tell me…what’s the buzz around here for?”
He rolled his eyes like my question couldn’t be processed. “What are you, an intern? It’s always buzzing in here.”
More seriously, I looked around, my gaze sweeping over every cubicle. “Yeah, but today’s racket is a bit higher on the charts, don’t you think?”
John assessed me, trying to figure out something I couldn’t decipher, and when his brows creased, I knew he didn’t find whatever it was he sought.
“Wait, hold up…you don’t know?”
Now, the hush of his tone and the crease of his brows skyrocketed the peak of my curiosity.
I leaned forward. “Know what?”
“About what happened last night? Strange thatClintondidn’t fill you in. The news is everywhere. While some of us were at Max’s, Clark finally got Yezhov in cuffs.”
The sudden buzz around me faded into a silent drop in the background, and the only thing I could hear, other than the timbre of John’s baritone, was the sound of my own beating heart.
Gone was the coffee craving and subtle desire to keep the jokes going with John.
Yezhov in cuffs?
Thatwas News. That was the kind of news I’d been diligently waiting for. The kind that awoke delicious thrills and kick-started an active engine in me. The kind that made taking this job seem worth it.
I wet my lips and repeated more slowly, “Yezhov?”
The last time I checked, I had successfully identified only three Yezhovs. One was so ghostly we only knew of his existencebut had no traces of life activities. The other was dead, and the last was the one who had haunted my dreams for two consecutive years.
So, it had to behim.
“Egor Yezhov?”
The kingpin of the Russian mafia with a notorious reputation here in Los Angeles. The only problem was that they never found anything to pin him down. No evidence. His crimes were rumored, and not even a single one had any proof to arrest him.
That was until now.
John’s head bobbed up and down. “Uh-huh. Clark finally got him. Him and his accomplice, who turned out to be guess who? His fucking lawyer. I didn’t hear much about what happened to that one ‘cuz he’s not in custody. But Egor was busted at The Reindeer’s Hotel with a knife to Ronan Gallagher’s neck.”
I gaped and blinked.
Attempted murder.
A man like Egor with a knife to anyone’s neck was not a joke. That knife was a weapon, definitely wielded to be used. I’d seen him in action, firsthand.
