Chapter Eleven
Kim Medhurst
The silence following Maxim’s greeting was deafening, and the tension in the air was so thick it was cloying—though on Orlov Senior’s part Kim suspected it was confusion, rather than tension, rendering him silent. He simply couldn’t work out how or why his son was here. A quick glance to either side showed her Smith and Joshua were as tense and poised for action as she was. The same went for the two goons who, while they’d put their guns away, hovered watchfully at the edge of the scene between their boss and his son, unsure whether this new arrival meant trouble or not.
She took advantage of the temporary pause in proceedings to engage her comms. Quietly, so as not to draw the attention of Orlov Senior or his goons, she said, “Taylor: sitrep.”
His response
