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Back The Asset
Chapters (86)
  1. Foreword
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  86. Afterword

“The same people who are upset that you killed Agniya.”

“Fuck them,” Igor said, but there was a hint of doubt in his voice that hadn’t been there before.

“You need to stop sticking up for this slut of yours, and help us track her down.”

“Your assassin can’t help with that? He’s the one who botched the job in the first place.”

Timokhin looked agitated.

“What’s wrong?” Igor said.

“My assassin is dead, Igor.”

“What?”

“Yes. Killed in front of his eighty-year-old mother.”

“How unfortunate.”

“You see,” Timokhin said. “That sarcasm is what’s going to be your downfall.”

“Calm down,” Igor said.

“Look at you. Grinning. I haven’t seen you this happy in days.”

“The only thing that upsets me about this, is that whoever killed your man deprived me of the pleasure.”

“Igor, you’ve really got to stop talking like that. First Agniya. Now this. You have no idea how much danger you’re in.”

Igor eyed Timokhin carefully. He couldn’t tell if he was bluffing or not, and that in itself set alarm bells ringing.

“You need to forget about your slut, Igor. Now that she’s on the loose, she’s going to get you in trouble. Go to a whore house like everyone else. Stop shitting where you eat. It’s going to catch up with you.”

Igor nodded.

Timokhin sighed. “In any case, I’m going to need a list of all known resources she has. Contacts. Safe houses. Drop boxes.”

“I’ll have a list sent up just as soon as I get a new secretary.”

“Careful, Igor.”

“She had it coming.”

Timokhin shook his head. “You can’t be this stupid, Igor. The people she was working for, I shouldn’t even be saying this to you, but they don’t fuck around.”

“Who are they?”

“Don’t ask, Igor. They are people you do not want to fuck with.”

“Don’t ask?”

Timokhin smiled. “Let’s just say, if I were you, I wouldn’t start any long books. I’d hate for you not to find out how the story ended.”

46

When Laurel came to, she couldn’t see anything. She couldn’t move. It was pitch black and her feet and arms were pressed against the sides of some sort of sealed box.

She tried to move and the pain at her clavicle shot through her like a dagger.

She was cold, and there was a very loud noise coming from outside the box.

She kicked at the walls, pushing against them with all her strength. She felt the wall with her fingers. It was a wire mesh. As her eyes began to adjust, she realized she wasn’t in a box at all, but a cage.

It was a transportation cage.

And she was in the hold of an airplane.

She struggled against the walls of the cage but it was no use.

She called out, “Help. Help.”