I pull out my phone. “Where is she?” I ask as soon as Niko picks up.
“We’re going to see her friend, then she wants to shop.”
“Text me the address.”
“Zver–”
I hang up before he can start. The cleanup crew is already bagging Solovosky’s body. I thought removing him would end this. But no, Katya still holds that twenty-five percent. And I need it back.
I let out a quiet sound of frustration my men can’t hear and walk out toward my car. The solution will come later. I just need to think, and I can do that while I’m with Claire.
Okay, no. I just want to go to her. No other reason. And anyway, I need a break.
The ride back doesn't take as long. I step into the boutique and spot her instantly, red hair dancing in a ponytail as she turns towards a rack of dresses. She’s with her blonde fr
