Chapter 13
Keisha hunched overher work laptop.Mateo and Sergei had gone on a dangerous mission to recover it from her apartment.They were taking a huge risk by accessing it, but they didn’t have a choice.
Even more risky, they were at a warehouse that belonged to Kryvaya Stal.The hope was that if anyone was tracking her laptop, it would confuse them by pinging in a spot least expected.
She squinted at scanned documents, words blurring due to fatigue.Maris’s handwriting marked a document.
Coastal Futures.Client #447.
Forged records.
Evidence.
Sergei leaned against the wall, absently rubbing the spot the bandage covered.
“You need a break,” she said, voice low, rough with worry.
“You too,” he said, accent thick with exhaustion and stress.
She looked away.“We’ll both get it soon.I found what I need.”
She accepted the flash drive from him and then downloaded the damning file she’d located.Billing statements.Offshore accounts.Her hand shook, filing it underFinancial Trails.
“When’d you eat last?”Sergei asked, stepping closer, careful of his wound.
“I’m okay, Sergei, drop it,” she said, checking her watch.4 PM.Six hours on a bottle of water and a breakfast sandwich.
“You don’t always have to be so stubborn.”He set a deli bag in front of her.“Besides, you’ll be mad as hell if I have to carry you out of here.
She took a bite to keep her smart response from spewing out.Turkey and swiss.Her favorite.She wasn’t going to both to ask how he knew.
“They’re still out there,” she said, swallowing, before accepting the bottle of water he held out.
“Pavel, Dmitri, their whole damn network.Even if Tiana is safe—” she waved at files—”they aren’t done.”
Sergei’s jaw tightened.“You’re right.Trafficking is a lucrative business for them.”
His raw truth steadied her.He knew Kryvaya Stal, once one of them.Her vision blurred, and she blinked hard.
