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Ramsey threw back the rest of his scotch and nodded.
We stepped out into the night. Those awake at this hour were either looking for trouble, or trouble was looking for them.
Nothing good happens in the night.
I climbed into the driver’s side and Ramsey got in on the other. He shut the door and then latched his seatbelt.
“You sure you want to do this?” I asked.
“I’m sure.”
“And you won’t tell me why you’re doing this until after?”
“No.”
“All right, then.”
I put the car into gear and we drove off. Adrenaline hummed in my veins and my attention narrowed. Anticipation coursed through me as I thought of the two men waiting for my retribution.
Forty-five minutes later, we pulled up to a warehouse surrounded by barbed wire. Several pieces of specialty machinery sat quietly in the dirt. I waited for Ramsey to get out and open the gate for me to drive through. He closed the latch behind me and then he jumped into the passenger side again. We drove around to the back and parked.
Even though we were far enough away from the city that there was hardly any light pollution, and we were in the middle of nowhere along a stretch of highway, there was no use drawing attention to what we were doing.
The back door was unlocked and I flipped the light on as we walked inside. Harsh fluorescent lighting illuminated the entire space—a giant square cement room without any windows. There were unmarked crates stacked along the wall, along with a few oak barrels—liquor, no doubt. Guns, maybe.
There were two men in the center of the warehouse. Their wrists were cinched tightly with ropes that had been thrown over the rafters in the ceiling and pulled tight so that both men’s feet barely touched the ground. They were clearly exhausted, and there was no possible way they could escape.
Pyotr Novikov lifted his head. He glared at me and spewed angry Russian words.
“He called you a cock sucking son of a whore,” Ramsey translated.
“You speak Russian?” I asked in surprise.
“A bit,” Ramsey said.
I walked up to Pyotr and slapped his cheek, hard enough to turn his head.
“You slapped him?” Ramsey asked in surprise. “Like a man slaps a woman?”
“Can’t have him unconscious for what I’m about to do to him.”
My grin was feral.
The other man made a noise, turning my attention. “I haven’t forgotten about you, Gregor Kuzmin.”
I walked to the oak barrels and took off my leather cut, and then I looked around for the supplies Elijah had left for me. I found them next to an empty crate with the lid off and plastic lining the bottom.
Next to the crate, there was a pile of folded blue tarps, a hammer, a hand saw and a blow torch.
I picked up the hammer and looked at Ramsey. “Ready to learn how I got the name Bones?”
By the time the sun came up, the screams of the dead men had finally begun to fade from my ears. We placed their bodies in the tarps and then put them in the crate Elijah Padgett had left for us. When we hammered the lid on, I noticed the crate had a shipping order attached to it with an address for a fish processor in Romania. Those bodies would leave the country and disappear forever.
Ramsey called Sasha to let him know it was done.
“I’m meeting Sasha at The Rex,” Ramsey said. He looked me up and down. “You should probably shower before going home to your wife.”
“Drop me off at the clubhouse,” I said. “It’s on the way to The Rex. And then you can take the car and return it to Sasha.”
