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Santos realized one of his bags wasn’t in this room, so he told me he was going to go get it from his suite. He left a few minutes ago, and a knock came on my door. I go up to the door and see it’s Goran, so of course, I open it. “What’s going on?” I question him.
“I have news on Meryem,” Goran starts, and then I motion for him to come inside the suite. He comes in and shuts the door behind him.
“Go on,” I urge.
“There have been some rumors about a child Anzor and Artos had kept tucked away in the Czech Republic. I had one of the men on the Umarova’s payroll check it out, and they’ve reported a girl is there. There’s a small team of men as well.”
“Where in the Czech Republic?” This poor girl has been by herself for far too long. Goodness, I need to get to her as soon as possible.
“Just outside of Prague.”
“Okay, good. Let’s get going.” I grab my coat and throw it on, already heading toward the door.
“Aren’t we going to wait for Santos?” Goran inquires, and I shake my head.
“No, we need to head to Prague now. Who knows how long she’s been there, and I’m certain she hasn’t been taken care of in the slightest.”
“You’re probably right. Okay, let’s go. Want me to call the private airstrip as we’re driving?”
“Yes, that would be perfect,” I explain.
Goran and I leave the suite, and I’m already preparing a text message for Santos as we head down into the parking garage. Goran and I walk up to the car, and he opens the door for me, then I get inside.
I send a text message off to Santos, letting him know there’s been a hit on Meryem’s whereabouts and that I’ll be back tomorrow. In the background, I can hear Goran securing the plane. He continues driving to the private airstrip, and we’re set to leave within the hour.
It’s been so long, and this poor girl is probably wondering where her father is. Fuck, I haven’t even thought about how I’m going to tell her that her father’s dead. I could tell her he passed away, but even I know he didn’t simply pass away. He betrayed my family, and thus his life was taken from him for doing it.
I’m sure I can come up with something by the time we get there. “Goran, we’re going to need a car rental when we land.”
“Don’t worry, Miss Eset, I have it covered,” Goran tells me, and I’m pleased. For the first time, he’s taking the initiative.
This is going to be a good day. We’re going to arrive in Prague, head wherever we need to go, and then we’re going to get Meryem out of the hell she’s been enduring for far too long.
***
We arrive in Prague within a few hours, and just as Goran promised, there’s already a car waiting for us. I guess he really did already handle it. We get into the car, and Goran begins driving. “Did your informant let you know where the location is?”
Goran looks back in the rearview mirror. “Yes, he gave me GPS coordinates. It’s outside of Prague, in a town called Tuklaty.”
“How long until we get there?” I ask, anxious that we arrive as soon as possible.
“Soon enough, Miss Eset. It’s not too far,” Goran explains, and he continues driving for another fifteen minutes outside the city. In no time, we’re traveling down an old road, and on either side of us is farmland. You can tell the crops have already been harvested, and they’re just waiting for the next season before they plant anything new.
Goran pulls onto the side of the road and puts his hazards on, then gets out, glancing at his phone and then looking around. I give him a moment out of the car by himself, and then I come to the realization something is wrong here. “Goran, what’s going on?” I question him as I get out, and he’s staring down at his phone.
“Miss Eset, we’re at the coordinates. She’s supposed to be here, but there’s nothing here, not a damn thing,” Goran goes on, and I walk in front of him. I put my hand flat over the top of my brow to try and get a better look at the horizon. While I’m looking out in front of me, a stinging sensation hits me in the neck, and I swat at my neck, thinking it is probably a bug… but as I swat, I hit something hard. I wrap my hand around it and pull it out. It’s not a fucking bug. It’s a syringe. I blink rapidly, and every single time I blink, darkness begins flooding my vision.
“Goran… what…” I ask, and he leans against the car, smiling.
“Don’t worry, Miss Eset. I’ll take care of you. I’ll take care of you the way I was always meant to.” Goran’s typically stoic expression shifts to a sinister one, and I begin to lose my balance. I hit the ground, blinking rapidly to try and stay awake, but the darkness consumes me.
***
A pounding headache is what I awake to. I blink my eyes over and over again, trying to clear my vision, and eventually, things aren’t so blurry anymore. I’m in a small room, or maybe it’s a closet. There’s a couple-inch thick pad on the ground, which must be a bed. An old pot sits in the corner, with a couple of bottles of water and some boxed crackers. “Where in the fuck am I?” I whisper to myself.
Small bits of light come in underneath what I imagine is a door, and there’s another sliver of light coming through a boarded-up window. This can’t be a closet if there’s a window in here. It just has to be some small room.
“Miss Eset, are you awake?” Goran’s voice echoes through the crack underneath the door.
