He paused. “Just so you know, the Canadians are on a warpath here. Richard was well regarded, and they’re angry that Sergei damn near killed him and no one can get ahold of Giselle either.”
Six hours later,Yuri and I were still dealing with chaos at the docks. I was in one of the boardrooms while agents paraded through, carrying box after box of files, stopping in front of me so I could explain to them the relevance of the evidence. Dozens of men had been arrested and I heard, through the noise and confusion, that major players from the two Bratva families in both Russia and Vancouver were among them.
I had been in the boardroom for hours, but finally I had the chance to ask Daniel, “Any news about my wife, Mila? She has full immunity.”
Richard’s boss took pity on me. “Mila’s still in holding. They haven’t processed her yet, but her immunity is on her file and, once they get to her, they’ll release her without incident.”
“Can you let me know when that happens? I’d like to go get her.”
A police officer approached, interrupting us. “Sergei’s apartment was empty.”
“Have you made contact with Giselle yet?”
“Not yet. She hasn’t returned to her apartment, and her phone has been off since this morning.”
Daniel looked concerned. “This isn’t like her at all.”
My heart thudded heavily. “Sergei hasn’t been arrested yet?”
Yuri avoided my gaze. “He slipped away without us noticing. He’s one of the only men we haven’t arrested.”
“Where was he when you started the raid?”
Daniel spoke. “We thought he was in the warehouse when we started the raid.”
“He’s probably trying to get back to Russia,” Yuri said without conviction. “We’re keeping a close eye on the airports.”
These two men had no idea who they were dealing with. Not a clue. I looked around. Phones were ringing, files were stacked and agents everywhere looked busy and focused as they dismantled everything around us. “You need to find him.”
I felt a sudden relief that Mila was locked up, because at least in jail she was safe from him. “I need to get to Mila.”
Daniel scowled at me. “First we take care of everything happening here.”
A different cop approached him. “Someone called from the station, and they saw Giselle.”
“Where is she?” he asked.
The cop looked at his notes. “She was just at the police station. She removed one of the detainees and left.”
Daniel sounded confused. “What the hell is she doing? Why hasn’t she checked in with us or turned on her phone?”
“Which detainee?” I asked, dreading the answer.
The cop looked down at his notes again.
Yuri interrupted him. “When was this?”
“About fifteen minutes ago.”
“Did she say where she was going?”
The cop looked up. “No.”
My voice was sharp. “Which detainee did she take?”
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Thirty minutes earlier
