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I tried both of the windows on the porch roof but they were locked. Never one to be deterred, I unsheathed my knife and wedged it behind the sash, wriggling it against the latch.
“So it’s true,” he said, crouching next to me.
“What’s true?”
“You were a spy.”
“I’ve heard that rumor once before,” I responded with a laugh, nudging the latch open. Putting the knife away, I slid the window sash up.
“You didn’t deny it,” Sasha pointed out.
I shot him a look, fishing two sets of earplugs out of my cargo pocket and holding a set out to him.
“And you’re in love with a man,” Sasha continued, plucking the foam pieces out of my hand.
“I told you before, it’s easier to survive when you have a pack.”
“You could have been less cryptic.”
“I didn’t have a reason to reveal myself back then. Not completely, anyway.”
“You must truly love him if you’re willing to kill Sergei.”
“There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for him.” Before I let myself get too distracted thinking about Marek, I stuffed the earplugs in and gestured to the window. “After you.”
Sasha shook his head and crawled through the window as carefully as a man of his size could manage. I followed after, sliding the window closed again.
We unholstered our weapons and advanced down the hallway toward the bedrooms, ignoring every door until we found the one we wanted. Behind it, we located Dimitri and his wife, fast asleep and blissfully unaware of what was to come.
I tipped my chin toward Dimitri while I circled the bed to his wife’s side.
Sasha trained his gun on the sleeping man while I took aim at Zinaida and fired two rounds into the center of her face. The scent of blood and gunpowder filled the air.
Dimitri jerked awake with a yell, scrambling to the side to stare in horror at what remained of his wife’s bloody face. When he bolted upright, he came face-to-face with Sasha’s gun. Sadly, he halted immediately, glaring up at the man in front of him.
“You! Fucking animals,” Dimitri snarled between his teeth. “Iknewyou two were working together. Fucking queers always do. I should have killed both of you when I had the chance.”
“A regret you won’t live with for long, I assure you.” I nodded to Sasha.
He spun the gun in his hand and brought the grip down against the side of Dimitri’s head. Again and again, until Dimitri’s blood spray was indistinguishable from his wife’s on the walls.
While Sasha beat Dimitri into oblivion, I ransacked Zinaida’s jewelry cabinet, swiping the most valuable pieces and shoving them into my pockets. I did the same thing in the bathroom—cleaning out any medicine with any sort of street value and making a mess of things while I was at it.
To make sure he was well and truly dead, Sasha finished off the quaking lump of flesh with a pair of bullets to the head, just like his wife.
“Messy enough?” he asked, holstering his bloody gun.
I surveyed the scene in the moonlight, nodding. “Perfect. Let’s cover our tracks and move on to the second target. Grab his phone.”
On the way back down the hallway, I knocked pictures off the walls while Sasha put holes through them. I slammed an antique clock onto the floor to shatter the glass and the gears before hurling it through the window we’d entered.
“He has an office on the first floor,” I said over my shoulder as Sasha slashed into the guest mattress with his knife and flipped it over, knocking a lamp off of the nightstand.
“Let’s go.”
We jogged down the steps, leaving another path of carnage in our wake.
“iPads,” Sasha said in the living room, stacking two of them and tucking them under his arm.
