Lucille
I pressed the button on the side of the cell phone. The screen remained black. “It's dead."
Roman searched through the second tote, finding a cord and charger. “First things first, we need to charge it." He also pulled out a tablet. “I'm going to assume he had VPNs to keep these hidden from the Firm."
“This is good, right?"
“As long as he used a virtual network and charging these doesn't send some signal to the Firm, I'd say it's good."
Sitting back on the soft rug, I watched as Roman plugged in the phone and tablet. Next, he reached again for the journal.
“Do you speak Russian?"
His dark gaze came my way. “Not well, but yes. It has similarities to Finnic languages. Why do you ask?"
“The Volkovs are of Russian descent. When they invaded Letanonia, turning it into Borink
