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“Watch him, then. If he passes out, do what you can for the wound.”
“He won’t pass out. The wound was already clotting, it was a narrow incision. He should be fine,” Suge explained.
I stared at him. “Are you a doctor?”
He smiled enigmatically. “I’ll see you home and then come back here,” he said to Katya.
“No need. I can take care of myself. Watch him.”
We all three walked out of the warehouse, each lost in our own thoughts. Igor was going to be a harder nut to crack than I’d realized. Katya didn’t seem discouraged though. Just the opposite—as if she was relishing the chance to break him. I didn’t feel sorry for him. He knew what happened to Celia—his lies at least proved that.
Now all we had to do was get him to tell us what.
The sound of an approaching vehicle had us all freezing.
“You expecting someone else?” I asked Katya.
“Nope.”
“Should we like… hide?”
She exchanged glances with her bodyguard, frowning. “You got rid of his cell phone, didn’t you?”
“Yeah of course I did,” Suge said.
“Where’d you put it?” Katya demanded.
“Threw it off the pier.”
Katya growled impatiently. “You know better than that! This’ll show as his last known location.”
Suge sighed, reaching into his jacket, and extracting a gun. “I’ll take care of it, ma’am.”
“No!” Katya pushed him aside. “Hide the car. Whoever’s coming is a clue. Let’s see what happens.”
Suge nodded, taking off at once. He didn’t start the car, but just set it to drive, and then pushed it between two other buildings. Katya lay her motorbike on the ground and covered it with a tarp. It disappeared in the dark. She and I retreated to the back of the warehouse where there was a second entrance, and we hunkered down, waiting.
The car came to a stop by the harbor and someone—a large man by the looks of it—stepped out. He went and stood at the pier, looking out into the water before turning back to examine the warehouse. He stepped down from the pier and walked into the warehouse where he caught sight of Igor.
In the dim light, I still clearly recognized him. It was Kirill, Alexei’s right-hand man. My heart sank and the last vestiges of hope that Alexei wasn’t involved disappeared in a mist of despair.
Kirill hurried towards Igor, tearing the blindfold from his eyes. “What the hell, Igor? What’s going on?”
“I don’t know. Someone took me and blindfolded me. Brought me here. Started asking me questions. They can’t have gone far,” he began to look around frantically.
Kirill drew his gun.
“Where are they?”
“I don’t know. They were asking about Celia, Kirill. Asking what happened to her.”
Kirill frowned. “And you didn’t see any of them?”
Igor shook his head. “But they were professionals. They tortured me. Cut me…” He looked down at his stomach.” Kirill examined his wounds and then looked around the warehouse again.
“What’d you tell them, Igor?” he asked menacingly.
“Untie me first,” Igor said, pulling at the steel handcuffs that bound him.
