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Just as I think I might have a minute to collect myself, I feel my phone vibrating.
The traffic is minimal, so I snatch my phone out of my pocket and see that the call is coming from my brother’s phone.
My heart skips two beats in a row as I answer it, anxious to hear his voice unharmed and unbothered.
“Hello, Aleksander,” says a slimy adenoidal voice on the other end.
Fuck.
Grisha has my brother.
“What the fuck do you want, you bitch?”
He laughs, an infuriating and throaty noise that prompts rage in me.
“I already have what I want. It’s a matter of seeing what you’ll do to get it back,” he replies.
“What does that even mean? Goddamn it, at least try to make some sense when you’re threatening me you fucking idiot,” I bark, nearly hitting a curb as I pick up speed around a corner.
“Look in the briefcase. There’s a surprise.”
The blood drains from my face. There was nothing in the briefcase, at least based on the information I was given.
What could he want with it?
“The police intercepted it. I don’t have it,” I say with regret and disdain.
He lets out another disgusting, self-congratulatory laugh. “How inconvenient for you. Maybe you should have actually looked at it before you let some pigs run off with it. God, you’re pathetic.”
My blood pressure is through the roof, and I’d squeeze this fucker’s throat until he was crying blood if he were here in front of me.
“I don’t have the fucking briefcase!”
Instead of replying with one of his quips, he simply hangs up the phone.
“Goddamn it!” I scream, spiking the phone into the back seat and nearly hitting the woman’s leg.
My mind has been so clouded by rage that I didn’t even remember that she was back there.
When I look back at her through the rearview mirror, her eyes are so wide with terror that I can’t even remember what she looked like before. Did I look at her closely enough to notice in the first place?
“Why the hell did you give the briefcase to the front desk? Why would you interfere with something that didn’t belong to you, especially in a place like a fucking casino?” I shout, turning my whole body to look at her as I screech to a halt at a red light.
She’s trembling terribly now, and I’m convinced she’ll pass out from stress if I push too much. Maybe that’s what I need from her right now.
“Answer me!”
“I don’t know! I just noticed it and thought someone lost it! Is that so fucking hard to believe? Not everyone is a goddamn criminal!” she shrieks as some of her hysteria returns.
“Well, you’ve fucked me a thousand times over, so thank you for nothing, you nosy bitch.”
Her jaw drops, and she almost responds before the light turns red and I slam on the gas. She flies back a bit, her head hitting the headrest behind her.
“I didn’t do anything! If your business is this big of a deal, you probably shouldn’t have left a briefcase in the middle of a fucking casino for thirty minutes!” she shouts back, pulling herself up until she’s between the two front seats.
I scoff at her. “Oh yeah? Well, why are you interested enough to notice how long it was there? I don’t believe a goddamn thing you’re telling me. Whatever you were put up to, you’re terrible at your fucking job.”
“This isn’t my fucking job! You have the wrong person! If anything, I was trying topreventyour shit from getting stolen. A sane person would be thanking me!” she continues as her voice begins to break from the strain.
