Page 159 of Vow Of Fire

His grip was hard. Two predators making peace for the sake of war.

As soon as I’d released his hand, he dove for his phone and made a call. He spoke fast in Russian, and I couldn’t be sure, but I guessed he was informing Malakov of what had transpired.

I didn’t call anyone.

Instead, I waited. My suspicions were confirmed when he said, “Sergei agrees. He’s also concerned about the welfare of Evelyn and will do everything in his power to help you find her.”

I grunted. “Just remember, Vincent’s mine.”

Orlov gave a curt nod. “I can live with that.”

We were still standing in the middle of the gallery when Nico strode into the room.

Both men froze.

“Excuse me,” I said to Orlov, and walked over to my brother. I put a hand on his shoulder. “What have you got?”

Nico stared past me at Orlov. “What the fuck is he doing here?”

“He’s got a vested interest,” I muttered. “What have you got?”

Nico grabbed my arm and pulled me back into the hallway out of sight. “Have you lost your goddamn mind?”

“For fuck’s sake, Orlov’s going to help us find Vincent.”

“Yeah, right. What does he care if Vincent has Evelyn?”

“Because he wants Los Santos Rotos and Vincent knows how to get to them. Trust me on this. It’s all under control.”

Nico looked at me darkly. “For the record, I don’t fucking like it.”

“You don’t have to like it. Now tell me what you know.”

“Jesus Christ. Mom’s going to love this.”

“Nico,” I snapped. I didn’t have time for this. Evelyn’s life hung in the balance.

“The tracker in the watch just came back online,” he said grouchily.

Adrenaline crashed through me. “It did? Where?”

“Signal’s coming from the Brooklyn docks. Looks like the old warehouse district near Red Hook.”

The docks. An isolated, industrial area that not many people ventured into, especially not this time of night. I swallowed. Easy for people to disappear there.

“Send me the coordinates.”

Nico gave a terse nod and strode off down the hall.

I returned to Orlov.

“We’ve got a possible location for Evelyn,” I told him, marching straight past him toward the front door. There wasn’t a moment to waste. “The warehouse district near the docks.”

Orlov spun around and followed, pulling out his phone. He barked instructions to someone on the other end in Russian.

I pulled open the gallery door and the rain immediately hit us in the face. Sharp diagonal shards, stinging as they struck. Somewhere over Manhattan, thunder rumbled.

“Will you let me know?” Chloe pleaded, standing up behind the reception desk. “You know, if you find her.”