“Yeah. He’s a hit man for the Russian mafia.”
“Shit. Does she know?”
“I haven’t had the chance. We've been, ah, apart.” Jack cringed. Apart. Separated. Words he never wanted to use again.
Nan shot back. “The guy that’s been after her for months is ahitman and you’re waiting for the right time to tell her? What the fuck?”
“It’s complicated.” Everything about Zoe was complicated. They’d probably end up living separate lives, finding others to have meaningless sex. Frustrated forever.
Nan's volume increased a notch. “What do you need me to do?”
“Is it secure? To talk?” Jack scrubbed his hand over the stubble on his chin.
“This is the friggin' FBI. It's as safe as anywhere.”
“The man who’s been following her is her natural uncle. Her father’s brother.”
Nan whistled and the computer's speaker screeched. “Give me a minute.”
There was a pause and he heard fingers flying across a keyboard. Some more clicks ensued, more pauses, and she muttered something he couldn’t decipher.
“Shit. I swear, if anything happens to her, I’ll kill you myself.”
“No need. I’ll do it for you.” He turned up the volume so Hands could hear. “What did you find?”
“She has a new passport that matches a name on a manifest to Romania leaving in twenty minutes from JFK.”
Jack cursed. “I’ll never get there in time.”
“I’m booking a flight to Romania as we speak. I’ll meet you there–”
“Wait.” Jack pinched the bridge of his nose and squeezed his eyes shut. Zoe would never forgive him if anything happened to Nan. “Do you have someone to watch your back? This guy is…powerful.”
Nan gave a frustrated sigh. “I can handle myself.”
“Did she tell you about my family’s clan?”
“Of course,” she snorted.
The car swerved, Hands cursed, and the side of a city bus almost clipped them. Jack gritted his teeth. “And?”
“There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio…”
“You’re quoting Hamlet?” He let out a little laugh.What a strange woman.
“Nothing like a good education and Netflix. I’ll see you soon.”
Jack hung up the phone and said to Hands dryly, “Nice driving.”
His driver smirked, found an empty lane and barreled onto the entrance ramp for the FDR.
Romania. The home of her birth mother's healer clan. But why? There was only one reason. Jack called Olivia from his cell phone. “Hey.”
“You find her?”
The black hole of the Brooklyn Battery loomed ahead. “I'm about to lose you. She’s on her way to Bucharest.”
“Romania?” Liv breathed out harshly. “Why?”
