“We found traces of semen and some female hair. We have no match for either of them.”
I roll my eyes because none of this is useful. The hair belongs to Sophie, the girl we kidnapped, and the semen belongs to my idiot brother.
“We haven’t got much further on the message, either,” Williams shares, nervously fidgeting his fingers.
He’s talking about the message left in blood on the dead body of my uncle.Too late.It won’t mean much to the cops because it was meant for me. I’m the one who was late. The Russians warned us before. They warned us to return the daughter of their accomplice, and now they have taken my brother as revenge. “Fuck,” my fist connects with my desk, rattling the papers and making Williams wince. “Have you found anything else?”
“They were killed with two different guns, both found at the crime scene, and both wiped clean.”
One more thing I already knew. Both guns were Glock 17s, the same make we typically use, with 9 millimeter bullets. Out of my safe, I take out the stack of bills and toss him two grand for the worthless info I’ve received. “Thank you anyway.”
He starts collecting the photos, but I place my palm on top of them. “I’m keeping these.”
“S-sure. Of course. I’ll let you get to it.” He dips his head and leaves my office in a rush, Dom escorting him out.
My face drops to my hands, and I let out a loud sigh. What the fuck am I missing? Russians are regular mobsters, just like us. Our work is messy; we’re not detailed like professional killers. Even so, there’s no trace of them ever being inside of the dungeon.
Dom’s ugly face peeks into my office. “Your friend is here.”
My eyebrow rises.
“The woman you had me look into? She’s here. At a poker table.”
My ears immediately perk up. “Did you find out anything about her?”
“Not much. Her name is most likely fake.” He shrugs.
What the hell is she hiding?“Keep digging.”
“I will. Going downstairs?”
“I think I’m going to stay here for a while.” Fucking her again while I know she’s hiding something would be a stupid decision, but I can’t force myself to move even further away from where I know she’s sitting. So I wait for Dom to exit my office and pull up the security feed.
CHAPTER 9
Alex
Ipush my cards toward the dealer, folding my hand. The man on my left calls, his chips clicking as they drop to the table. The man on my right leans closer to me, while I twirl the straw in my drink. A whiff of alcohol penetrates my nostrils, and I hold back a gag.
“So, what’s a pretty girl like you doing here?” His hair is balding and his teeth are yellow, but he obviously expects his fake Rolex and ill-fitted suit to get all the ladies.
“Oh, I’ve always enjoyed playing cards.” I shoot him a warm smile, wincing internally. “And my friend recommended this place.” Wrapping my lips around the straw, I take a long pull of the drink.
“Did she?” His eyes catch my tongue licking the excess liquid off my lips.
“Yeah. Maybe you’ve seen her around?”
“Is she as beautiful as you?”
I giggle dramatically, my throat fighting off bile that arises. “She has brown hair, beautiful brown eyes, but she mostly dresses in sweatsuits. She’s also super smart. Do you remember seeing her?”
“I can’t say that I do.”
“Aww,” I respond, deflating on the inside.
Coming here has been a bust. Other than the two hot-as-hell encounters with a certain owner, my mission has been a total failure. I wonder if he’s here tonight. Is he watching me right now? I glance up at the vaulted ceiling looking for cameras. When I find one, I shoot it a tiny wink.
God, I’m an idiot.Flirting with inanimate objects is a new low, and seeing him again could only lead to complications, but I can’t say a part of me doesn’t wish for another night like that.
