My thoughts scatter when footsteps slap across the concrete. Timofey dodges to one side as Rodion flies past him and slams into the car.
If he looks closely, I’m sure he’ll see the outline of my handprints on the hood. If he turns around, he’ll see my entire body hunkered in the corner.
I silently pray he doesn’t notice either one.
Timofey glances in my direction only once, to make sure I’m hidden. Then his gaze locks on Rodion, drawing the man’s attention away from me.
“Don’t be stupid, Rodion. If I wanted you dead, you’d be dead.”
Rodion shakes his head. “No. Because I’m the best killer you have. You can’t hire someone to take out the best.”
“I wouldn’t hire anyone. I’d do it myself,” Timofey snaps. “And I’d relish it, too. You’re a pain in the ass more often than not.”
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