CHAPTER 54
"There is no Anton Markov," I announced after chugging a cup of cranberry juice to calm my nerves. Before touching anything in the van I had doused myself with hand sanitizer as I didn't want to be the Typhoid Mary of Russian poison.
"Why do you say that?" Jayashree asked as she removed my wire.
"It makes sense," I said. "He's Irina's alter ego. She can pretend there's a man in charge that nobody ever sees, but that woman is not anyone's assistant. The desk was hers, the chair was adjusted for her and she made the decisions."
Nick looked thoughtful. "You could be right, Quinn. By the way, good job in there--for the most part."
"Everyone's a critic," I said. "What part of my performance didn't measure up, Nick? Do, tell."
He cracked a half-smile despite himself. "You weren'
