PAVEL’S POV
“Mr. Morozov,” the security guard in my building’s lobby nods as I walk in. “How was your day?”
“It was good, Bobby. Thank you.”
“Oh, your girlfriend isn’t back yet.”
I freeze midstep. “What?”
“She left about half an hour ago. Thought you’d want to know.”
My pulse spikes instantly. “Left?” I ask, panic flooding through me. “Where?”
“I’m not sure. She just walked outside. I didn’t see where she went.”
I stride toward the security desk and round it to the other side. “Show me the camera feed from that time.”
He rewinds the footage to the moment Asya exited the building. She stands on the sidewalk in full view of the camera for several seconds before heading right. A few minutes later, she sprints past the entrance at full speed. I can’t make out her expression, but judgi
