Chapter 25
Frank dragged the three dead guards into the kitchen, opened the gas on the cooktop and oven, lit the candles on the small table, and left. He didn’t hear any sirens, so the maid hadn’t called 911.
He hoped not, anyway. He hoped no one arrived before the gas did its work.
Yakov had taken the car, so Frank hoofed it through the woods as far as he could. When he ran out of forest, he hit the empty sidewalks until he got to a busy convenience store where he could be incognito for a while.
Frank called the only number he could think of. The beat of house music assaulted his ear, along with the now-familiar accent.
“Yes?” Boris said.
“Busy?”
“I believe you are about to answer that question for me.”
“I hate to tell you,” Frank said. “You’re unemployed.”
“Will my employer be c
