At least, that’s what Mikayla’s evidence suggests. Taras and I have been looking for Alexei for weeks, but it was Mikayla who tracked the bastard down to some rundown crackhouse and scraped through his phone to find the encrypted messages on a phone he’d been too stupid to destroy.
The conversations with Iakov went back months. Alexei sold him warehouse schedules, security protocols, and employee rotations. Some of the information went even above his paygrade, opening up the possibility of even more rats in the ranks.
I’m used to liars. What I’m not used to is the genuine confusion beneath his fear. Usually, when I have a man on his knees, his life in my hands, the truth bleeds out faster than he can.
But Alexei is stubborn. A good actor.
So I press on his soft spots.
“Your daughter s
