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“Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy on thy servant,” I murmured, dragging a soiled pillow over Katya’s face.
“No!” Vlad’s footsteps thundered behind me.
I unholstered my gun and jammed it into the pillow, firing off a round to a chorus of screams and Vlad’s howling.
“What the fuck?!” Vlad clamped his hands on his head, staring at me as I got to my feet, the gun hanging at my side.
“You have one day to move the rest out of here,” I said calmly. It was a miracle Viktor hadn’t been arrested yet because of Yuri’s idiotic moves. I couldn’t wait to tell him about this one. Maybe he’d finally get some sense and let me get rid of him.
“Why the fuck did you kill that one? Yuri—”
“Can go fuck himself! Now you have an hour.” I lifted the gun, taking aim at one of the other girls. She sobbed and curled into herself, trying to make herself as small as possible. “Or maybe I should kill the rest and watch Yuri blame everything on you.”
“No! I’ll move them. Ok? I’ll move them.”
“Wise choice.” I stepped past him, my shoulder narrowly missing his as he scurried out of the way.
“What about the dead one?”
I slid a look over my shoulder. “Do I look like I fucking care?”
Marching up the stairs, I rolled my head from side to side, trying to crack my neck. I didn’t re-holster my gun, not because I thought I’d have to use it again, but because it tended to keep people from talking to me and I wasnotin the mood to fucking talk.
“Aleksan—” One of the dancers popped out of the dressing room, took one look at me, and darted back inside.
That’s what I thought.
Sliding up onto a barstool, I set the gun on the bar top and retrieved my pack of cigarettes. I texted Viktor about Yuri’s brilliant move while Lada stepped in front of me, bracing her palms on the edge of the bar. “Tea or vodka?”
“Vodka.”
Nodding, she poured me a glass and left, wisely leaving the bottle behind.
Some time later, Eduard appeared, slapping my back. “What’s with you? You look like someone kicked your dog.”
“I don’t have a dog,” I muttered, taking a sip of my drink.
He chuckled and shook his head. From the look on his face, he wasn’t buying my non-answer, but he didn’t keep pushing either. “Good news and bad news,” he said, unzipping his Adidas jacket and waving Lada down for a glass.
“What’s the bad?”
“We have a rat.” He blew Lada a kiss and took the glass of vodka from her. He took a sip and leaned closer, lowering his voice. “Someone tipped off the police about the girls. Anonymous phone call, according to the records. Gregor said he can’t trace it.”
“What about your resources?”
“They’re working on it.”
“So what’s the good?” I tapped ash off the end of my cigarette, preparing for more bad news despite what he said.
“The cops didn’t find anything.” Eduard shrugged and tossed back the rest of the vodka with a grimace, helping himself to my bottle.
First the bank robbery was a fail because of Igor’sbadinformation. Now, the warehouse was raided based oninsideinformation. Was it one rat, or a whole colony? And what were they ultimately after?
“How long are you going to hang on to the kid?” Eduard asked, interrupting my theorizing.
Roan.
He was going to fucking end me.
