“Are you on a secure line?”
“Yeah.”
“The baby was conceived in an assault six years ago. You heard about the attack at the Four Seasons in May?”
“Yeah. Senator’s aide and a staff member were killed. And the art trader, Billy Ellis’s kid, was stabbed.”
“Cassie. She is the baby’s mom.”
“And your lady? Heard she was kidnapped from the hospital. You still have the touch, Chase.”
“Thanks. I need to know why they want the baby—and why someone is trying to kill her. There were five additional attempts. I have a leak. And why these Russians?”
“They work for a dangerous guy, Arkady Sabitov; he’s Bratva, based in Moscow. I picked up some intel that there’s a big bounty for the Big and Little Dipper. It’s coming from him.”
“Any more info on the contract?”
“I can tell you it’s a first-come, first-served offer. If Cassie is the target, you better get her in a very safe place. A lot of money is being tossed around. I’ll keep checking on my end. I’ll also put feelers out for your leak, but be careful. And, Ian, those bells and whistles—there may be pushback.”
“Thanks, Terry. And I’ll deal with the pushback as necessary.”
* * *
Ian walked around the exhibit area in the Ellis Art Finds gallery, waiting for Mark Devereaux. The show featured works from talented high school artists from the fifty states.
“Mr. Chase?” The older man greeted him with an extended hand. “I spoke with Luke Paulsen this afternoon. It was so good to hear the news about Cassiopeia being awake. He told me how kind you are to her. Tell me, what can I do for you?”
“Mr. Devereaux, before Cassie withdrew from EAF, I understood she traveled to Europe, often to Moscow.”
“She has a remarkable eye for talent. Russia is going through a renaissance because of its newfound capitalism. She found a gallery that frequently showcases new artists.”
“Do you still associate with that gallery?”
“Why all these questions?”
Ian noticed his hostile tone. “Cassie is confused. We’re trying to sort out fact from fiction.”
“Luke didn’t mention that. I am so sorry, poor baby. Yes, we do. They’re the largest private gallery in Moscow.” Devereaux relaxed.
“What’s it called?”
“Sabitov Galleries.”
“Any particular art?”
“Paintings. Mostly new artists. We import their art for either a showing or a private sale.”
“What about Judge Marshall? I attended a dinner with him and Cassie. They spoke about a mutual love for fine art. Has he purchased work from you?” Ian caught the twitch in Devereaux’s brow.
“Hmm, I’ll have to check our records. I don’t believe the judge has made a recent purchase. I’ll need to get back to you.”
“Thank you. These little bits will help us help Cassie.”
“Is she well enough for visitors? I would love to see her. This is so devastating. She’s like one of my children; she’s always been my little star. I’ve spoken often to Luke about her since she was hurt. Her father entrusted Luke and me to take care of her.” He cupped his mouth with his hand.
“I think Cassie would love to see you. I’ll clear it with her doctors.”After I check you out. “Little star,” my behind, Ian thought.
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