Finished with me, he begins to soap his chest.
I gape at him in horror.
He says, “I knew who to call to take care of the bodies. It wasn’t the police, of course. It was the Russians. The Irish weren’t the only ones with tight community connections. Though my father wasn’t a made man, he was respected. After his death, the head of the Russian mafia made it known that if I needed him, I could count on him.”
There’s a short, weighted pause. “For a price.”
“You mean Maxim Mogdonovich?”
Surprised, Kage glances at me with sharp eyes. “Yes.”
“Sloane told me.”
“Stavros must’ve been talking.”
It sounds ominous the way he says it. I don’t want any blood on my hands, so I clarify.
“I don’t know if he did or not. Maybe she overheard something. Or she looked it up on the internet. She’s savvy
