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“Just a little information,” I say with a grin.
Boris joins me in the room, standing guard at the door. Johnny’s eyes drift over to him, then back toward me. “You’re not police, I take it.”
“No, but you’re going to wish we were,” I reply with a grin. “Tell me about your boss.”
“I am the boss.”
I laugh. “Not a chance, buddy. I know all about your connections to Anatoly.”
His face goes pale at the mention of my brother’s name. He’s able to make the connection now, and he’s terrified of what it means for him.
“You’re… Pasha Chazov,” he says, his eyes so wide they threaten to take over his entire face.
“So, you know I’m not fucking around. I’m going to ask you this one time, and I want you to answer truthfully or your head will be turned into a pink mist by Boris and me. You got that?”
“Yes, yes, of course,” he blurts.
“Right, so you recently provided a car to Anatoly,” I begin, following it up with the number on the license plate. “Does that sound familiar.”
He nods. “Yes, just last week he came in here with a few guys and took it. That, and a few other cars.”
“And I’m sure you have the records of where they ended up,” I say.
“Um… maybe.”
“Not maybe,” I growl, tossing my gun on the floor and charging up to him. I grab the limp collar of his blue polo shirt and pull him away from the desk. “Tell me where Anatoly is. Where the fuck did that car go?”
I’m so close to Johnny’s face that I can smell the fear on his breath and the sweat on his forehead.
When he talks, saliva froths on the sides of his mouth. “I can check the records, but Anatoly doesn’t like having his information on the computers. There’s probably nothing useful there.”
I sigh. “Okay, since you don’t want to tell me, I’m going to have to pry the address out of your head.”
I give Johnny a moment to consider what I mean by that before slamming him onto the desk. I hold him down against the wood with one hand, using the other to grab his face and dig my thumb into one of his eyes.
He howls like a banshee, but I feel nothing as my thumb breaks through the resistance and smashes his eye into his head. It pops like a grape, blood spurting across the desk. I see Boris cringe in my peripheral vision.
“Alright, Johnny, let’s try this again. Where is Anatoly?”
“He’s usually at his house if he’s not working. If he’s working, he’s at his office.”
I roll my eyes. “Come on, now, don’t make me get rid of that other eye. You’d be completely blind.”
Johnny spits out a couple of addresses without hesitation, which indicates he probably knows a lot about where Anatoly conducts his business. He’s had to deliver cars around the city for years. I’d be shocked if hedidn’tknow where Anatoly conducted business.
“That’s better, but tell me something more,” I say, pushing Johnny head harder against the desk. “When Anatoly kidnaps people, where does he take them?”
“Kidnaps people?” he asks, sounding genuinely confused.
His ignorance annoys me, and I decide I’ve had enough of this interrogation. We already have Anatoly’s home address. If he wanted Valerie to himself, there’s a fair chance he would’ve brought her there. However, if his only intention was to use her for ransom, she could be anywhere.
For the first time in my life, I hope Anatoly doesn’t want to give Valerie back. She’ll be easier to find if she’s with him.
Saving a bit of rage for Anatoly, I blow off the rest on Johnny, thrashing him around the room until he’s a pile of broken bones and battered organs. He’s not even breathing once I ease up on him, but I still shoot him in the head for good measure.
He’s in a better place now, probably.
I feel like I’m the one who’s going to hell.
