Page 163 of Midnight Purgatory


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I grab the phone and read the text message that just came in.

BOSS:We have the girls. Do what you want with the idiot boy.

My heart is beating frantically as I dial in the same number the text came from. It takes a couple of rings, but then I hear a deep raspy voice that feels vaguely familiar.

“I thought I told you not to fucking call me on this number.”

That voice. It’s unmistakable.

Boris Sobakin.

I hang up and drop the phone into my pants pocket. “Fuck!”I bellow.

“We’ll get them back, Uri,” Nikolai assures me.

But I barely hear him. The only things ringing in my ears right now are my own doubts, my own sense of inadequacy. My own fucking failures.

Because if I can’t keep them safe…

What good am I?

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