“Could be.” Taras swipes to another video. “This is from last month. Different bar, same guy.”
I watch Mikayla meet the same man again. Another exchange. Another envelope.
“Who is he?”
“That’s where it gets interesting.” Taras pulls up a photo. The man from the video, but cleaner. Professional headshot quality. “Aleksandr Petrov. Works for Zakharov.”
My blood goes cold. “You’re sure?”
“Dead sure. He’s Iakov’s numbers guy. Does all his books.”
Dolores returns with my coffee. It smells burned and looks like motor oil. Perfect match for how this conversation is going.
“There’s more,” Taras says after she leaves. “Remember that shipment that got seized last month? Mikayla was the only one who knew the route besides you and me.”
“That’s a bad coincidence.”
“The safe house that got raid
