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I was disappointed by what I’d found, which was almost nothing. Aside from detailing his approximate age, height, and his signature mask, the database was a dead end. However, I was pleased to learn I’d been right about the masked man and Davorin being the same person.
His method of working included mainly handmade guns, and he worked independently, for whoever offered the most money, with half due upfront.
Davorin wasn’t an expert in torture, but he was flexible, and for the right price, he would get information out of anyone at any given time.
Aleksei was right; not a single thing connected Davorin to my family. There weren’t any records of them ever meeting, and since I’d now seen pictures of his victims, I was glad. Not that he would be able to kill any of my brothers—they were way out of his league—but he still wasn’t someone Aleksei wanted as an enemy.
However, Aleksei wouldn’t have warned me about him for no reason. I suspected that they’d met in the past, or even worked together, but it had never been recorded.
A nasty thought ran through my mind. What if Davorin had worked with my father?
As I took the last sip from the glass, I felt goosebumps rise on my arms, and I shivered. My brows creased as I took a good look around me.
Something in the air felt… off.
Brushing off the feeling of being in danger was never going to happen. The investigator in me had to check what it was about, though there was no solid evidence that something was, in fact, happening.
It was just a gut feeling, and it didn’t seem like it would be going away any time soon.
I couldn’t determine if the person who’d broken into my apartment was stupid or if they had some sort of long-term plan. After the dice had been placed on my bed, there had been nothing else. But now, as I stood up and glanced around, I noticed a camera in the corner of the living room.
A camera that hadn’t been there yesterday.
I approached it and whipped out my phone. I took a quick picture of it and googled it, and the results weren’t disappointing. Of course it was a camera with a microphone. It was quite expensive too, and it came in a set of four, which meant there was a high chance of the other three being hidden somewhere in my home.
The second camera was located in my kitchen, right above the stove. The third was in my room, again tucked away in a corner. From that spot, everything in the room was in view. And the last one was in my bathroom.
That fucking creep. It gave me chills, knowing that someone had been watching me, all the time, even in my most intimate moments.
I paused for a moment, and my eyes went wide with realization. If it were me, I’d put a few bugs as well, because cameras weren’t hard to find if you knew where to look.
I found bugs in three places I would’ve put them in, but Lord knew how many I’d missed. It was one of the rare moments I was thankful that Aleksei was paranoid—the bug detector he’d given me had come in handy.
I was getting irritated. I wasn’t afraid, but I was curious as to who was stupid enough to do this to me. I wasn’t active in the business, but people knew who I was—and what happened to anyone who dared to touch me.
I flinched slightly when my phone rang. Picking it up before looking at the caller ID wasn’t the smartest choice, but I was distracted.
“Hey, are you busy?”
I sighed in relief at the sound of Tiana’s voice.
“Not at the moment, why?”
“Well.” She dragged the word out. “Do you remember the guys who were with us at Lunax?”
I paused to ponder on the question. “Vaguely. Again, why?”
I could feel her anxiety over the phone.
“Well, one of them, Nick, asked me out. I freaked out and said yes, but it turns out it’s a double date. So would you mind tagging along, just for tonight, please?”
“It’s not like you’re giving me much of a choice.” I rolled my eyes and removed the phone from my ear, her squealing too loud for me to handle.
“Okay, thank you! I’ll pick you up in an hour!”
Tiana hung up before I could protest. I preferred getting places on my own terms, but I let it slide—I was exhausted and had no desire to deal with her disappointment if I rejected her.
I glanced at my wristwatch, already full of regret about accepting the invitation. It was seven o’clock, and by the time the date was over, it would be past eleven. There was no chance I was getting my ten hours of sleep, as I had an important meeting tomorrow.
