PAVEL’S POV
“Did that waitress who’s sleeping with Dushku find anything out?” Roman asks.
“No,” I reply. “Apparently, he talked about some confiscated shipment and complained about his wife spending too much money on shoes. But that’s it.”
“I’ve known Dushku for fifteen years. He’s a master schemer, and ruthless when it comes to business, but he would never get involved in human trafficking.” Roman turns slightly in his chair, his expression darkening. “If there’s a connection here, we’re not seeing it.” His gaze shifts to Dimitri. “What about the men you have following Dushku’s son-in-law?”
“Nothing.”
Roman slams his palm against the surface of the desk. “What’s the name of that guy Julian sends to run his errands? Besim?”
“Bekim,” Dimitri corrects.
“That one.” Roman waves a dismis
