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“Are you the cook here?”
He doesn’t look like a cook. He looks like an accountant.
“The cook. Gardener, as well. And as Sergei likes to call it, a butler.” He smiles. “I will leave you to eat now, but I’ll come back later to give you your antibiotics and will bring dinner. If you need anything, just open the door and shout. I’ll be downstairs.”
I park the bike in front of the hospital entrance, barge inside, and head toward the information desk.
“Hallway C?” I bark at the guy behind the desk.
“Can you tell me who you are looking for, sir? I need to...”
I grab his wrist, pull him toward me, and get in his face. “Hallway. C.”
“First floor,” he chokes out. “Turn left when you exit the elevator.”
I let go of the guy’s hand and dash toward the elevator.
“Where is the grumpy bastard?” I ask the moment I round the corner and find Roman standing there. Mikhail’s wife is sitting in one of the chairs down the hall, with her legs crossed under her and her head leaning against the wall.
“In the OR,” Roman says.
“How bad?”
“Nicked lung.”
I squeeze my teeth. “Will he live?”
“I don’t know, Sergei.” He sighs and passes his hand through his hair. “Go home. I’ll let you know the moment I have any info.”
“Who shot him?”
“Bruno Scardoni.”
“Is the asshole dead?”
“Yes.”
Fuck. “If anyone else was involved, I want the list. I’m free this weekend.”
“Free for what?”
“To behead each and every one of them.” I bite out and turn on my heel, intending to head back home. Instead, I end up riding around the city until well into the night.
Chapter 4
I am not sure what wakes me, but the moment I open my eyes, I know I’m not alone in the room. The digital clock on the nightstand shows two a.m. I sit up in the bed and look around the room. I don’t notice him at first because he blends well into the darkness. The only thing that gives him away is his hair, caught in the moonlight coming through the window.
“I’m sorry if I woke you,” Sergei says from his spot in the recliner.
I doubt it was him who woke me. He is sitting so still that if I didn’t know where to look, I wouldn’t have noticed him.
“Can’t sleep?” I ask.
“No.”
He seems relaxed, but there is something in the tone of his voice that seems... wrong somehow.
“Why?”
