“Who is Bullwinkle and where can we find him?” Sundance asked the battered man.
“Please. I only...know...his name...and that...he’s Russian,” he whimpered.
“Russian?” I asked.
He nodded slightly. “A Russian...who buys...k... kids.”
“Bullwinkle,” Sundance said softly, as if trying to place the name. “Bulykin? Do you mean Uri Bulykin?”
“M...Maybe. I swear...that’s all I know.”
“Isn’t Uri Bulykin in prison?” Moses asked.
Sundance nodded. “Last I heard, but he’s got brothers. Lots of ’em. It wouldn’t surprise me if one of them is now in charge of the family trafficking business.”
“You sold a kid to a Russian to pay off a drug debt?” I seethed.
“She borrowed, man. She...owed,” he stuttered out. “Not just... for dope.”
“So, you sold her child after your club’s poison killed her?” Sundance asked.
“Where can we find Bulykin?” I asked the psycho.
“We don’t need him for that. That part’s easy,” Sundance said. “I only hope we’re not too late. Felix could be locked in a shipping container out in the middle of the Bering Sea right now.”
“If one hair on that kid’s head is out of place. I’m coming back for your left leg,” I said, before taking the bat back from Sundance and delivering one last blow. This time I came straight down on this thigh, snapping his femur in two.
“Jesus, Stoney,” Sundance said before turning to Moses. “Get Needles, and make sure this asshole stays alive. I’m taking Ty Cobb here to the track so we can find Bulykin, but first we have to swing by the ATM.”
Needles was our resident medical expert. A doctor who decided to focus on acupuncture, rather than traditional western medicine... although, he kept up on his licensing and stepped in when it was required.
“On second thought,” Sundance said, and ran his hand down his face. “Wait on Needles.”
“What is it?” I asked.
“There’s one more thing we’ve gotta do before we go,” he said.
“What?”
“Let’s just say our friend in the chair’s day isn’t about to improve.”
