“We’ll see about that.” Bogdan’s nostrils flare as he grinds his teeth, but he turns and gets inside his car.
I watch both vehicles leave, then dismount my bike and head toward my men standing by the truck.
“Load everything back inside. We need to move the goods to another location. This site can’t be used anymore.” I turn to Filip. “How the f**k did the Romanians find this place?”
“The driver says they followed him from the border. He thought he lost them at one point, but they turned up here while the guys were unloading the crates.”
“Who talked?”
“It can only be the man we bribed to arrange for the truck to bypass cargo inspection. Wesley P-something.”
“Find out his full name and address. I’ll pay him a visit tomorrow,” I say.
“What are we going to do with the Romanians? B
