What the hell is coming? Or who…
“I told you to come alone,” he snaps in Russian, eyes narrowing at Diana. But as his gaze trails down her body and back up, his scowl shifts into a disgusting smirk.
I wrinkle my nose in disgust.
“She’s not the one you need to talk to. Look only here.” I jab a finger at my face, ice cold. Channeling every ounce of the bar manager I’ve trained myself to be.
He rolls his eyes and reaches into his pocket. I tense, hand going straight to the gun in my bag.
But he just pulls out a box of cigarettes and leans against his cheap van.
“I don’t have time for this, so let’s make it quick. Diana said she wants to talk about my… product. So talk.” He shrugs, lights a cigarette, and exhales slowly like this is some casual deal.
“The medicine you sell to Fedor Morozov,” I say coldly, cutting Diana off. “To Solas Morozov,” I clarify when he squints at me, surprised.
“How do you know about Fedor’s drug?”
He yanks the cigarette from his mouth, visibly startled.
I narrow my eyes and glance sharply at Diana.
What the hell?
Isawtheir messages. Why is he pretending he doesn’t know?
“You told me you’d help me buy some… before Solas gets it,” Diana jumps in. “That you’d keep it off record.”
“I meant… how do you knowFedoris the one behind it? Solas wouldn’t have told you that,” he snaps, pushing off the van and tossing his cigarette to the ground.
Oh.
He really doesn’t know who we are.
Of course, he doesn’t. No one knows Fedor Morozov has bastard daughters. And I’m sure as hell not giving that away without leverage.
“I run the Konfetki for him,” I say flatly. “I know more than you think—even without Solas.”
Does he know Solas is dead? I’m not volunteering that information either.
“I need the medicine. Two a month. He won’t notice.”
I step closer, tone sharp and cold.
“No way.”
He backs off, rounding the van.
“If you’re tied to Fedor, I’m out. It’s a death wish. Forget it.”
Not happening.
“Wait!”
I raise my voice just as he grabs the handle of the driver’s door.
“Name anything. I’ll give you whatever you want.”
“Are you deaf?” His voice rises. “I said I’m not getting involved in this shit. Fedor’ll kill me, and don’t think he won’t come foryou, too.”
