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I breathe a sigh of relief. “So he’s still alive.”
“But where could they have gone?” Mikhail wonders aloud. “Back to Russia?”
Pyotr shakes his head. “Our contacts in Moscow would have heard something by now. They’ll inform us if they hear even a whisper.”
“Couldn’t they be paid to stay silent?” Catherina inquires from her corner of the room. She stands apart from the group but leans in like she’s desperately trying not to be forgotten in the conversation.
“We own all of Moscow,” Dimitri says, his demeanor shifting from warm to blisteringly cold. Hedefinitelydoesn’t like the woman. “We’re paying our boys in Russia almost twenty times what Konstantin and his Trinity could ever hope to afford. They’ve only gotten their hands on five percent of our money. I’m not worried about turncoats.”
Pyotr sits a little straighter. “So where does that leave us? Somebody somewhere knows something. We just have to think harder.”
I bite my tongue, wracking my brain for a possible solution. I refuse to believe our search is over before it’s even begun. Luka is out there somewhere and we’re going to find him—no matter the cost. Pyotr is right. Someonehasto know something.
An idea suddenly pops into my head.
“Pritt,” I say around a gasp. “The mole with the FBI, the one who turned Luka and me over to The Trinity. We could ask her.”
“And do you know where she is?” Mikhail asks.
“No. She’s in the wind, but… I think I might know how to draw her out.”
Dimitri cracks his knuckles. “Then what are we waiting for?”
Chapter 34
Dani
Ididn’t climb through the ranks of the FBI’s New York division for nothing. Sometimes I fear my pretty face and disarming smile make people forget I’m actually good at my job.
Hunting down criminals—FBI traitors included—is my specialty.
It’s a simple matter of using my login information to access employee personnel files. My password still works. I’m technically on administrative leave, not out of commission. Locating Melissa Pritt’s file is as simple as typing her name into our database and a few clicks of my mouse. Within a few seconds, I have her entire work history pulled up on screen.
Notes: [AGENT COMPROMISED] Pritt is believed to be working in conjunction with the Russian Bratva. Current whereabouts unknown. Potentially armed and dangerous. All bank accounts have been frozen. Detain and question.
I click my tongue, shaking my head in disappointment. I never liked the woman, but I never would have pegged her for a traitor.
“Anything?” Dimitri asks me.
“Not yet,” I tell him, continuing to scroll through her file.
“How is this supposed to help us?” Catherina asks.
“Information is power. You’d be surprised how much you’re able to glean from a few random facts.”
Pytor huffs. “Please enlighten us.”
“She’s cut off,” I explain. “The FBI is likely monitoring her credit cards, her apartment, her phone number, her emails. Everything. Pritt has isolated herself. When she had me in that underground bunker, she told me The Trinity paid her handsomely for her work. Probably in cash, which pretty much makes her untraceable.”
Catherina rolls her eyes. “Then what’s the point of all this?”
“She has nowhere to go,” I say, trying to keep the annoyance from my tone. “She needs to lie low. Somewhere safe and familiar. Somewhere they aren’t likely to ask many questions.”
I continue to scroll through her profile until I bring up her family history and emergency contact information. Pritt has her father’s number and address listed—Rochester, Minnesota. I tap the screen, smiling triumphantly. “I’ll bet you a million dollars she’s here. And if not, we have the next best thing.”
Mikhail frowns. “And what would that be?”
“Bait,” I answer.
