The van was dark, windowless, the kind of vehicle that didn't draw attention. Kevin sat in the back with his hands zip-tied to a metal ring bolted to the floor. His heart monitor was still attached to his chest, the device beeping steadily despite his racing pulse. They'd kept him connected to it, probably monitoring him to make sure he didn't try anything stupid.
The man who'd taken him from the hospital sat across from him, scrolling through his phone with the casual indifference of someone doing routine work. His name was Dmitri. He'd introduced himself in the elevator with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.
"Your sister caused quite the scene," Dmitri said, not looking up from his phone. "Shot herself in front of your brother-in-law. Very dramatic. Very effective."
Kevin didn't res
