Chapter Ten
Jay was pleased with the apartment they’d broken into. The lock was easy and no one was home. Leaving Andrey to jam the door with a rubber stop and tape cloth to the window, Jay checked the rooms, just in case. He used the loud humming of the fridge to cover his footfalls on the wooden floors, but apart from a minor shock—when he caught sight of himself in a large mirror—it was clear he and Andrey were the only ones in the apartment.
After checking the screen on the door intercom and confirming there was no one lingering outside in the corridor, Jay returned to the living room. Andrey had finished his window and was sitting beside his rifle on the carpet, eyes closed for a moment.
Jay scooped up the duct tape. ‘Yoga or hard shift?’
Andrey cracked a smile. ‘Hard drinking.’
