“The next two victims?”

“Women in their early twenties. They were out looking for a good time. Neither of them are related to your work.”

I rubbed at my chin. “So we’ve got three dead people, many injured, and a busted-up nightclub.”

“Is there anything else you need to report?” Daniel asked.

“Nothing you need to know.”

“Look, Mr. Ivanov, this is pretty serious. I know you have your … company problems, but this might be completely random. This place isn’t even associated with you.”

He chuckled, but I felt no humor. “You know when you’re a kid growing up and there’s something you want? A cookie, a video game, some shit like that.”

“Your point?”

“When you try to get mommy’s and daddy’s attention to buy you that, you talk about anything but that, right. Until they finally turn around and say, what do you want, sweetie?” I kept my voice low.

“What do you want me to do?”

I folded my arms. “I want the security footage for outside on the street.”

“Mr. Ivanov, you know I don’t have that authority.”

“Then find someone who does, but I want a copy. I need to see what I’m dealing with here.”

Daniel didn’t look happy about it, and the truth was, neither did I. The little elitist group of soldiers hadn’t attacked in a while, but why here, why now? None of it made any sense.

“Are you sure there’s nothing I can do for you now?” he asked.

“No.” I needed those security tapes.

“I don’t like this, Mr. Ivanov.”

“I don’t pay you to like it. How is your son?” It was the fastest way to get him to leave. Daniel left the room to join the rest of his men working through my nightclub.

My cell phone rang, and I pulled it out to see Cara was calling me. I stared at the call for several seconds before finally picking it up.

“Hello,” I said.

“Hey, you. I wanted to check in. See how you were,” Cara said.

“Why?”

“I don’t know. I’m a curious woman, you know.”

“Cara, you haven’t called to check up on me in nearly fifteen years. Is there a problem?”

“No, no problem. I wanted to see how my best friend was doing.”

I looked around my office, suspicion rising up inside me.

“I don’t want you touching my woman ever again, do you hear me?”

“Ah, we’re back to that. Did you at least heed my advice? Did you make her yours? Showed her what a real man could do?”

“I’m busy right now, Cara.” I hung up my cell phone and sent a quick email off to the private alerts for Ivan Volkov and the rest of the brigadiers to alert them of a possible impending attack.

With nothing in my office to keep my attention, I made my way out to the main floor where most of the damage seemed to have taken place.

I moved to the bar and looked around. Moving up and down the length, I checked out the entrance point, but from the bar, there was no direct shot of everyone coming in or out.