Dripping wet, he turns his head and peers at me through the dark interior. The rain sounds like a hail of bullets on the roof. “When a captain is killed for disloyalty, his staff won’t take a chance that they’ll be found complicit. Nobody hangs around to see if Pakhan will find them another job.”
“Pakhan?”
“The boss of all bosses. The one you don’t want to cross.”
“Why are you going back, then?”
“Because I worked for him. Keeping an eye on Dimitri, reporting back.”
Christ. Another spy. I’m up to my neck in these assholes. “So this Pakhan killed Dimitri?”
“Yes. Well, the other captains did, on Pakhan’s orders.”
Not Eva, then. For some strange reason, that’s a relief. I know she wanted to kill him something fierce, but I also know taking a life would weigh on her conscience, no matter
