I didn’t move.
I only shifted my right hand slowly toward the inside of my trench coat, where I kept the small knife Yuri had given me for protection.
“Who are you” I asked calmly.
The driver turned his head and removed his sunglasses.
It was Volkov.
Yuri’s lieutenant.
“Your three years are up,” he said. “Don Kovalenko sent me to bring you back.”
I leaned against the seat and looked at him. “I haven’t completed my mission.”
“The mission has been canceled,” Volkov said flatly. “Because you already completed it.”
I frowned. “What does that mean”
Instead of answering, Volkov opened the glove compartment, took out a tablet, and handed it to me.
I took it.
On the screen was Genesis Clinic’s internal database.
Client list.
First line Mia Lawrence.
Second line Procedure record. Bon
