“What do you mean by ‘familiar’?” Ricky was just as curious as Killian, after Killian showed him the face of the Range Rover’s owner.
“I feel like I’ve seen this face before. But I can’t remember where.”
Ricky nodded, glancing again at the photo of Skovovich. Pulling out his phone, he quickly looked up more info on the man from Siberia, uncovering a few juicy crime records attached to him.
“No wonder he looks familiar. This guy’s a full-blown high-class criminal, wanted by the Siberian police. He’s even got a rap sheet in Russia, dealing in illegal arms and all.” Ricky handed his phone back to Killian so he could read the intel on Skovovich himself.
Carefully reading the details, Killian realized that his feeling of familiarity wasn’t what he thought. Instead of recognizing Skovovi
