The Premier chuckled.
Tricia glided up beside him and kissed him on the temple.
The Premier settled back, a satisfied smile on his pale, hollow face. “Now, if the Spetsnaz would just get back to me with word that they have the doctor, the day would be complete.”
Sorrow filled Pascha’s eyes. “I’m so sorry, baby. You need to hear the bad news.”
Tricia sidled up next to Dmitri and started undoing the manacles.
The Premier jerked up in alarm. “Hey! You can’t let him go!” He glanced wildly at Pascha.
Pascha winced. “Tasha can’t keep him like that. He’s the new Premier.”
The ex-Premier shook his head, utterly baffled.
Pascha continued in sorrow, “You’re dying, baby. Polonium.”
The ex-Premier stared at her with horror. “Polonium?”
Sick and dying though he was, his mind still worked with
