[XAVIER]
“Does Vladimir know?” The man in the hat inquires.
I, on the other hand, ignore the question. “Do you know where she is?”
He shakes his head. “No. But I did find someone who does.”
My eyebrow curves. “Who is it?”
“If Vladimir comes to know any of this-” he cautions, adjusting his hat, disinterestedly looking out of the car.
“I can handle my brother,” I glare. “This asset of yours, is it credible?”
“He is.”
“I suppose you know I’m not paying you for the gift of gab.”
He huffs out a faint laugh. “I know, that’s why I brought this,” he took out a white envelope from his laptop bag and offered it in my direction. “See for yourself.”
I took the envelope from his grasp and opened it carefully. Inside, there was a picture and a few documents. However, the picture caught my atte
