“Grab me another hit from at least five years ago, if not further back.” I hold out my hand and motion for someone to quickly honor my request, my eyes still glued to the desk. “And one no older than a year.”
A few seconds later, I have both, and the difference between all five is clear.
Boris didn’t issue the hits on Dimitri or Niko. Not the handwritten ones, but they’re close enough for him to have thought he wrote them at some point, and that’s why they still went out to his thugs.
“Who is… Sergey Orlov?”
Niko grunts, “I don’t know,” as D almost barks, “Alexei’s brother.”
I frown and slowly lift my eyes to face him. “Alexei Pushkin?”
Dimitri nods.
“Your cousin?”
Another.
“His brother is Sergey Orlov?”
“Are you having a stroke?” he asks, annoyed and becoming more so as he goes back to the cabinet he and Styx have all but dismantled, the urgency returning to his search. “Serg is older by a few years, he got out before Boris had my mother and their parents killed and when he did, he changed his name. I haven’t seen him in at least two decades.”
That makes sense.
Protection, separation. Whatever the reason, I can’t blame him for it.
“That’s the newer one, right?” our beta asks as he stops on the paper in his hand.
“It is.”
“I just found one for Pushkin.”
Bingo.
I had a feeling we might find something along these lines the second we heard Mia Kozlov was behind Nikolai’s hit. I’d put money on her being the sole conspirator behind these as well, and if either of my mates have any more family scattered around, I’ll bet my left nut we’ll find more death warrants.
Which means mommy has been very busy since her bouncing baby boy disappeared.
“Is she left handed?”
Niko looks at me with a surprised smirk. “How did you know that?”
I nod and go back to the puzzle pieces as they come together. “Boris is not, I take it?”
“No,” D grunts as he tosses the drawer in his hand and goes right to the next.
“She’s forging the hits.” I quickly collect the four of importance on the desk and fold them up, tucking them into the back pocket of my leathers as I stand. “Mia. She’s trying to systematically wipe out anyone who has claim to the Volkov Bratva in any way.”
Clever, rabid, lying rat.
“I’ll take the one on Pushkin and I have the transactions on all five.” Styx holds them up before doing the same thing I did. “What else do we need?”
“These.” Niko waves what I’m guessing is the final piece of paperwork for the only relevant records then pauses. “Didn’t you say something about foreign accounts and missing money?”
“He did.” I cross the room quickly, going right for my laptop as the gears really start turning. “If I can get on the house wifi, I can hack my way into any hard drive that’s tapped into it, and I can do you one better than paper copies.”
A few minutes later, and I’m doing just that.
It looks like mommy has been syphoning cash from her man for years, about fifteen from my calculations, and she’s got a nest egg well into the millions.
