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I shake my head. “I knew David resented her. Stupidly, I hoped he would let it go once he saw how resolved I was. I’m a fucking idiot for leaving him with her.”
“Let’s go. They’ll handle it from here. Where do you think they’re going?”
I shake my head as we both get into my SUV. “I can’t fucking tell. He could be going anywhere.”
Taking the phone from me, he’s studying the screen. “The two most likely places are the mortuary and kill room. Anywhere else you can think of?”
I’m searching desperately in my mind. “He has to know if he does what he wants to do, I’ll never forgive him and if I got my hands on him I’d kill him. Did he really think… “
“Come on, Aleksander. Focus. He has your wife. The woman who finally made him realize he wouldn’t get you. Where would he take her?”
It hits me. “The winter house, the yacht. He’s not coming out of this alive. Vikings.”
Milos closes his eyes as he sighs. He also remembers David becoming fascinated with Vikings and their send-off in a burning boat. He’s on the phone with our crew, who were called by David less than ten minutes ago to fill the gas tank and ordered everyone to get off. Milos tells them he’s rescinding the order, no crew is to go near the yacht.
There is no choice, we must go to the winter house. We never go to the winter house. Milos wanted to destroy it, only to do so would attract attention as the architect of the home was one of the most famous architects of the last century. Yet selling it wasn’t an option. The house sat empty with maintenance done twice a year. We stored the yacht there as the size of it overwhelmed the marina. When we want to go out on the yacht, we take a smaller boat to get to it once it’s sailed south to us.
“We’re closer to the house than he is. You’re going to drop me and Boris off. Then you’re going to set up farther down in case he changes how this goes.”
Rolling his eyes, Milos doesn’t even answer me as he texts someone.
“I mean it, Milos. Your wife—”
“You are not thinking clearly. I’ve never seen you this shaken. If I thought there was a chance I would not come back to my wife, I love you but I’d let you handle this alone. That isn’t happening today.” We understand each other.
The same as David would rather go out in a blaze of glory than remain in my life watching me with my woman, neither of us were willing to let our woman be without us.
Boris shakes his head. “Don’t worry, Boss. We’re only twenty-five minutes from the house. Tracking shows David will take at least another ten minutes more. Do you want the men below deck waiting?”
Milos answers for me. “No.”
Boris relays the message.
“Go faster,” I growl low as he stops short for a red light.
“Are you sure?” Boris mumbles as he scans the street around us.
“Yes, this is our car,” I remind him. The cops who have been paid off by us—too fucking many to count—left our cars alone if they spotted us speeding. There were cops out there who weren’t paid off that have stopped us in the past. It usually took three minutes for them to let us go. The question was if Boris wanted me to take the chance we would be stopped by one of those cops we didn’t pay off. I’ll take every fucking chance.
Once the light turns green, he maneuvers to get us to a street that will allow him to hit less lights.
He guns it. A patrol car is behind us in only minutes, its lights flashing. Before Boris can take his foot off the gas, the car turns off the siren, but lights remain on as they follow close behind. Relief hits me, they’re escorting us.
We get to the house more than fifteen minutes before David should arrive. Once we turn into the long driveway the patrol car keeps going on. Boris stashes the SUV in the five-car garage.
The sound of another car as we board the yacht surprises all of us. Milos has his phone out and tuned into the cameras on the property, we see Pavel on the screen coming out of the garage to follow us. He’s carrying what he calls his baby, a Barrett MRAD.
Pavel was a sniper in the US Army for almost a decade before he came back to Chicago to care for his cancer-stricken father. He’s our preferred hitter for hands off kills.
“I think it’s a bad idea to let them get on the boat. I could go in and up to the second floor and take a shot the moment he’s out of the vehicle.” Pavel nods to the house.
Milos and I nod. There will be no standoff. David is intent on dying, the only question will be: does he take Phoenix or even me with him?
I’m right behind Milos as he unlocks the house. I don’t miss the second of hesitation before he opens the door. The last time we were here was the worst day of our lives. Even now I see the blood splattering the marble floor in the foyer. I blink and it’s gone.
“I want to go into the room that looks down and to the south of where you think he’ll stop. The wind is blowing today.” Pavel nods upstairs.
“I’ll show him. You and Boris stay down here. I’ll be right back.”
