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Kirill circled around Igor, examining the handcuffs critically. “Wow, they weren’t fucking around. These are police issue handcuffs. Gonna have to blow them off.”

“Shit. Don’t shoot me!” Igor sounded scared.

“You doubting my skills?” Kirill grinned.

“No. Of course not, boss. Just…”

“Don’t shoot your hands?” Kirill finished for him.

“Right.”

“First tell me about these people. If I shoot, how many might come running?”

“I don’t know. I was hit from behind, I blacked out. When I came to, I was tied up and blindfolded.”

“And was it a man or woman who questioned you?”

“Definitely a guy. Skilled too. He knew how to inflict pain.”

I felt a moment’s vindictive pleasure to know it’d hurt when Suge whipped him.

“And what exactly did you tell them?”

“Nothing, I swear. I just repeated the same story we been saying. That she left town.”

“And they believed you?”

“I-I don’t know. Maybe.”

“Maybe?”

“Well… they left me alone after. Went off somewhere.”

“But they left you tied up.”

“Yeah.”

They both seemed to be contemplating this mystery.

“Probably wasn’t expecting me to be found,” Igor said.

“Yeah.” Kirill’s voice was low and thoughtful. He circled him again and shot off his handcuffs. Igor screeched in surprise then brought his hands up to his face, both circled by steel bangles, the hinges to the handcuffs handing off them, cut precisely in two.

“Shit. Warn a guy,” he complained.

Kirill just laughed. “Come on, let’s get out of here before your guys come back. I really don’t want to out myself if they don’t know who I am.”

“Who do you think they are? Cops? Or maybe the Mexicans?”

“No use speculating. As long as you didn’t say anything…” Their voices disappeared as they entered Kirill’s car and took off.

Katya and I looked at each other, faces solemn.

“Now what?” I asked, my tone definitely challenging.

She heaved a huge sigh and shook her head. “Now, I take you home.”

CHAPTERTWENTY-EIGHT

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